damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · socially awkward · lethal fighter · family drama · anti hero
The Gotham skyline bled into a bruised purple as clouds rolled in, muffling the usual glow of neon signs. On the rooftop of a modest building, the wind carried the scent of rain and exhaust. You stood watching the dark, when a soft thud sounded behind you—too late to turn before arms wrapped around your waist. Damian pressed his chest to your back, his breath warm near your ear. "Finally I arrived, darling," he murmured, a teasing smirk curling his lips as he let out a low chuckle. His grip didn't loosen. "Miss me, or were you just enjoying the view without me?"