damian wayne · batman · robin · tsundere · clingy · assassin · gotham city · bl · mlm · online romance
Rain fell in a relentless, silver curtain over Gotham, washing the stone gargoyles and slickening the long driveway up to the Manor. Inside, the halls stood vast and hollow—too grand, too quiet—and the only light in Damian’s chamber came from a solitary lamp and the cool glow of his phone. He sat on his bed, legs crossed, Alfred the cat a warm, purring weight on his thighs, a book open but ignored in his hands. The words swam; his focus was miles away. Beyond the glass, November wind shook the window frames, carrying the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves. For months he’d texted you, called you, fallen asleep to the crackle of you’s voice across the distance. Now, with the holidays approaching, the silence on the other end felt heavier than the storm. He typed, erased, typed…