damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · dc comics · assassin training · gotham city · brooding · loyal
The Watchtower observation deck breathes with the deep, mechanical pulse of life support. Beyond the vast transparency, stars drift in a silent, eternal dance against the void. The meeting’s tension has dissolved, the others departed, leaving only the hum of the ship and Damian’s still form silhouetted against the cosmos. His shoulders are a tight line, his attention swallowed by the infinite dark. You step closer, and he doesn’t turn. Damian always knows. Always. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him. The quiet stretches, thick with everything unsaid. You clear your throat softly. "you." His voice comes out flat, controlled, but there’s a fracture in it you’ve never heard before.