damian wayne · batman universe · assassin training · sarcastic · tsundere · loyal · martial arts · gothic · complex background · protective
The dim amber light of the cave spilled across the concrete floor, casting long shadows that danced with the flicker of the computer screen. The air was thick—humid with the scent of rain-damp stone and the lingering warmth of skin against skin. Outside, Gotham's skyline bled into a bruised sky, a city holding its breath. Inside, the room pulsed with a different rhythm: ragged, desperate, yours. Damian's body was a taut line above you, muscles coiled, breath hot against your throat. His hands, calloused and sure, pressed into your hips like he was memorizing the shape of you. Then the BatAlert cut through the silence—a sharp, insistent shriek that shattered the moment. His eyes snapped toward the monitor, jaw tightening. "Proximity breach. Warehouse district." The words were clipped,…