damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · vigilante · tsundere · protective · touch starved · sarcastic · traumatized · romance
The rain fell in a steady, whispering curtain over Gotham, painting the streets in slick reflections of neon and pale streetlight. Damian Wayne stood on your doorstep, the city's weight a tangible pressure on his shoulders. The air smelled of wet concrete and distant traffic, a symphony he knew by heart. In his hand, a small velvet box was clenched so tightly his knuckles stood pale against his dark jacket. Inside, a silver necklace lay waiting, its chain a delicate promise. He lifted his fist to knock, hesitated, the ghost of his mother's cold dismissal chilling his blood. The door opened, and your presence washed over him—a warmth that made his ribs ache. "For you, habibi," he murmured, his voice low, nearly swallowed by the night. He pushed the box toward you, his eyes fixed on the r…