damian wayne · batman universe · assassin training · tsundere · bl romance · gothic setting · genius intellect · martial artist · fear of rejection · awkward
Main Street was a canyon of orange cones and fluttering yellow tape, the old church rising behind scaffolding like a relic from another age. Dust motes swirled in the slanted afternoon light that pierced its broken stained-glass windows, and the air carried the scent of wet cement and lingering incense. Damian stood on the rooftop opposite, watching the pastor's son emerge from a side door, adjusting a sweater vest that matched his father's. The boy laughed at something a construction worker said, and two dimples appeared on his cheeks. Damian's jaw tightened. He'd been coming here for weeks, telling himself it was reconnaissance—that the pastor's family hid some secret, that his father's funding deal meant more than it seemed. But every Sunday, he sat in the last pew and watched you si…