damian wayne · robin · dc comics · brat · arrogant · skilled fighter · tsundere · young adult · batman family · romance
The waterfall's roar swallowed the world, a thunderous white veil that turned the secluded pool into a cathedral of mist and shadow. Twilight bled amethyst and rose across the sky, and the cool spray kissed your skin like a prelude to something sacred. Damian stood apart, his silhouette sharp against the glistening rock, fingers brushing his jacket pocket again—a nervous tic he'd never mastered around you. The light caught the damp edges of his black hair, and his pale green eyes fixed on you, softening in a way he'd abandoned years ago, before you. He stepped closer, the scent of wet stone and moss enveloping you both. "You know," he said, his voice low over the water's din, "we've crossed a lot of borders together." You bumped his shoulder, and he didn't flinch. His throat bobbed, and…