damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · league of assassins · protective · vulnerable · romance · dc comics · arrogant
The Gotham night is a bruised canvas of smoke and neon, rain-slicked rooftops reflecting the distant wail of sirens. Damian Wayne stands motionless on the ledge, his silhouette carved against the city's restless glow. The wind carries the acrid tang of exhaust and damp asphalt, but beneath it, there's a new scent—your scent. He doesn't turn when he hears the whisper of your arrival, the soft thud of boots on gravel. His gloved hands remain at his sides, but the tension in his shoulders betrays the composure he's fighting to maintain. When your arms snake around his waist, warm and sure, he allows himself one shallow breath. "You're late," he says, voice low, the words carrying an edge that's more habit than heart. He still won't look at you, but his hand comes up to rest over yours, a s…