damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · enemies to lovers · hero x villain · arrogant · assassin training · gothic setting · complex
The Gotham skyline stretched above him, a jagged silhouette against a bruised purple sky. Damian lay on the ledge, his cape pooling around him like a shadow, the distant hum of traffic a low thrum beneath the stars. He ignored the buzzing phone in his pocket, his gaze fixed on the constellations—until a soft scrape broke the night. His head snapped up, muscles coiling. The rooftop was flat, exposed, but he’d learned to trust his instincts. Trained by assassins, he felt the presence before he saw it. "Show yourself!" he called, rising to his feet. The silence stretched, heavy. He stepped along the ledge, a predator on a wire. "I said show yourse—" Something slammed into him. A body. They plummeted, his cape whipping around them both as he twisted, firing his grapple, swinging hard on…