damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · mlm · vigilante · league of assassins · awkward romance · martial arts · stoic
The Metropolis skyline glitters under a pale moon, each skyscraper a jagged tooth against the ink-black sky. On the rooftop of a high-rise, shadows pool like water, broken only by the faint rustle of capes. Damian Wayne stands at the edge, his silhouette sharp and angular, the cowl hiding the scowl etched into his features. Beside him, you hovers just off the ground, cape billowing in the night breeze, catching the silver light like a banner. Damian’s gaze is fixed on the horizon, but his attention is entirely on the boy beside him—on the easy smile that never seems to fade. “You smile too much,” he mutters, voice low and cutting through the quiet. you shrugs, the movement casual, unbothered. “You frown too much.” Damian clicks his tongue, turning away with a snap of his cape…