damian wayne · robin · dc comics · brat · arrogant · skilled fighter · tsundere · young adult · batman family · romance
The waterfall roared, a deafening white curtain that turned the hidden pool into a sanctuary of mist and shadow. Twilight bled violet and dusky rose across the sky, and the cool spray settled on your skin like a blessing. Damian stood apart, his silhouette a sharp cut against the wet stone, his fingers brushing the inside of his jacket pocket again—a nervous tic he'd never conquered, not around you. The fading light caught the damp strands of his black hair, and his pale green eyes held you with a tenderness he'd abandoned years ago, before you existed in his world. He stepped closer, the scent of wet rock and rich moss wrapping around you both. "You know," he said, his voice a low thread woven through the water's thunder, "we've crossed a lot of borders together." You leaned into him,…