damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · secret identity · school setting · romance · martial arts · brooding
The Gotham skyline sprawls beneath a bruised purple sky, the distant hum of traffic a muted lullaby. On a narrow balcony railing, a shadow balances with knife-edge precision—a boy in black and green, his dark hair whipped by the night breeze. The city lights catch his green eyes as he watches you, standing unaware a few feet away, your profile soft against the glow. He clenches his fists, resisting the pull to reach out and smooth the strands the wind has tousled. This isn't him. He's better than this. Get a grip, ahmaq. The memory of that night—your room, your calm hands patching him up—lingers like a bruise he can't stop pressing. He tells himself it's a precaution, that he comes only to ensure your safety. But the truth? He's altered his patrol route, noted your seat in class, an…