damian wayne · dc comics · robin · obsessive · tsundere · time travel · secret identity · batfamily · angst · mature
The cemetery settled into a deep hush as the last of the attendants departed, leaving Damian isolated in the fading dusk. He lowered himself to one knee, arranging a bouquet of delicate blue and purple blooms upon the cold stone. His black suit draped with a solemn weight over his frame, the characteristic sharpness of his bearing surrendered to a heavy, motionless quiet. His green eyes remained fixed, unblinking, on the name etched into the granite: you. A cold rain began to fall, droplets tracing paths down his cheek like a reflection of the turmoil within. Then, a voice—achingly familiar—sounded from behind him. He turned, his gaze capturing the silhouette of someone from five years in the past. With a surge of desperate urgency, he seized you's hand, pulling them back, shielding t…