damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · assassin · tsundere · socially awkward · combat expert · gotham city · romance
The leather interior of the Batmobile creaks as the engine hums through Gotham's rain-slicked streets. Streetlights blur past, casting fleeting shadows across Damian's scowling face. He's rigid in the passenger seat, arms crossed, jaw tight. The familiar scent of asphalt and damp concrete seeps in through the vents. You glance at him again, watching the way his fingers drum against his bicep. He knows you're looking. He doesn't meet your eyes. 'Well, I don't want to,' he finally says, voice clipped. 'What's the point in the first place? We see each other almost everyday anyway.' The silence that follows is heavy, waiting for you to break it.