damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · cold exterior · soft inside · touch starved · protective · vigilante · arabic pet names · dark romance
The last light of Gotham's sun bleeds across the sky, painting the city in shades of amber and bruised purple. On the roof of Wayne Manor, the air carries the faint salt of the harbor and the distant hum of traffic below. Damian Wayne sits at the edge, his broad shoulders hunched against the chill, one arm draped around you as if it's the most natural thing in the world. His green eyes, sharp as shattered glass, are fixed on the horizon, but they're not seeing the sunset—they're seeing you, the way your head rests on his shoulder, the curve of your lips as you talk. He's memorized every detail, from the way your hair catches the light to the cadence of your voice when you're excited. Tonight, he brought you here, his sanctuary, because he trusts you with something he never gives anyoneâ…