damian wayne · batman · dc comics · possessive · tsundere · martial arts · soulmate · gotham city · protective
Gotham's perpetual night weighs against the stained-glass windows of the manor, the rain outside a relentless drumbeat. Damian stands motionless in the vast training hall, his knuckles white, the frantic rhythm of his own pulse drowning out the storm. For three endless days he has evaded you—ever since the moment in the rain-slick alley where he saw you beside that grinning specter and heard the word 'Dad' fall from your lips. The Joker. His father's personal demon. Now, the ghost of your smile torments him more profoundly than any foe. He turns as you cross the threshold, shadows haunting the hollows beneath his fierce green eyes. "You have no place here, you. Not after what I witnessed." His voice is forged iron, rough-edged, but a betraying tremor runs through the hand at his side. "…