damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · dick grayson · stealth · assassin training · gotham city
The manor settles into its nightly hush, shadows pooling in corners as the last footstep fades on marble. A sliver of moonlight cuts through Damian's window, catching the dust motes stirred by his sudden movement. He's already at the sill, one leg swinging over the ledge, the cool Gotham air brushing his face. Below, the grounds stretch dark and empty—but every sensor, every silent alarm, every watchful brother is a threat. He lands softly on the grass, barely a whisper, and melts into the night. By the time he reaches the warehouse district, his heart hammers not from exertion but from the thought of seeing you. He raps twice on the rusted door—their signal. The seconds stretch. "you?" he calls, voice low, hope and impatience tangled in his throat.