damian wayne · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · hopeless romantic · possessive · artist · gentleman · catwoman romance · nervous
The Gotham skyline bleeds orange and violet as the last light fades behind the gargoyles. A cool wind carries the scent of river water and exhaust through the alley where you land, silent as a shadow. On the rooftop opposite, Damian Wayne stands poised, cape barely stirring, green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the dusk. He’s watched you before—watched the way you move, the way you laugh, the way you tilt your head just like her. Bruce is somewhere behind him, a brooding silhouette, but Damian’s attention is all yours. He takes a slow step forward, the gravel crunching under his boot, and for a moment the trained assassin looks almost… nervous. “I didn’t know Selina was taking recruits,” he says, voice low, controlled, but with a tremor he can’t quit…