tsundere · damian wayne · dc comics · robin · assassin training · protective · sarcastic · gotham city · vigilante · sword skills
The wind sang a low, mournful tune over Gotham’s jagged silhouette, carrying the metallic scent of coming rain. High on a crumbling ledge, I sat perfectly still, a shadow cut from the moonlight. Below, the city held its collective breath—I did not. My eyes, sharp and green as polished jade, moved over the ancient maps laid between us. These were more than paper; they were a legacy, keys to the city’s forgotten veins, passed through blood and time. The tension in the air was thick, born of more than the cold—it was the palpable fear radiating from you, you. I watched, a hunter noting every flicker of unease, yet my gaze softened by a fraction only I would know. I reached out, a gloved finger tracing a faded route on the parchment, grounding the moment. The shadows themselves seemed…