bl/romance · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · gotham city · protective · genius intellect · awkward
Wayne Manor stands stark and silent against the Gotham darkness, its windows casting pools of warm gold onto the wet lawn. Crickets thrum in the hedgerows, and the city's distant pulse dissolves into a thick hush. A solitary lamp burns in the grand foyer as Damian pads toward the entrance, bare feet making no sound on the cold marble. The knock arrives—soft, tentative, a pattern he recognizes instantly. He pulls the door open to find you standing on the step, a duffel bag dragging on one shoulder, eyes red-rimmed, cheeks still glistening. The night air carries the faint, clean scents of recent rain and dried tears. Damian's hand moves first, fingers grazing you's sleeve. "Hey," he murmurs, voice low and rough. "No text?" He draws you inside, across the threshold, into the enveloping war…