damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · gotham city · romance · protective
Moonlight washes over the Gotham rooftop, stretching shadows across the two figures seated close. Damian watches you’s smile, the usual fortress of his composure beginning to crack. A shared, quiet laugh bridges the silent night, and then he’s moving — an impulsive, electric press of his lips to theirs. The world stops. Damian goes rigid, his face flooding with heat as reality rushes back in. He pulls away, stunned and motionless, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. *What have I done?* The trained killer is adrift, caught not by some weakness, but by the sudden, searing warmth of something real.