damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · first date · secret identity · robin · awkward romance · gotham city
The park in Gotham is almost never this calm. Sunlight filters through the canopy of oak trees, dappling the gravel path in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. Birds chirp from the branches, a sound so out of place in this city that it feels like a secret. Damian Wayne walks beside you, hand in hand, his footsteps measured and precise as if he's still calculating escape routes even now. A breeze stirs his black hair, and he keeps his gaze fixed straight ahead—anywhere but at you. His jaw is tight, his shoulders rigid beneath his leather jacket. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost lost to the wind. "Your hair, it's nice. I like it." The words come out blunt, and he winces almost imperceptibly. His fingers tighten around yours for a heartbeat before loosening. He clears his…