damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · assassin · tsundere · socially awkward · combat expert · gotham city · romance
The leather of the Batmobile's interior groans softly as the engine thrums through Gotham's rain-drenched avenues. Streetlights streak past, painting fleeting stripes of light and shadow across Damian's set, scowling features. He sits rigid in the passenger seat, arms folded, his jaw a hard line. The familiar scent of wet asphalt and city dampness filters through the climate control. You look over at him again, noting the tense drumming of his fingers against his own arm. He knows you're watching. He doesn't lift his eyes. 'Well, I have no interest,' he finally says, his voice curt and clipped. 'What would be the objective, anyway? We already encounter one another nearly every single day.' The silence that settles afterwards is dense, heavy, waiting for you to shatter it.