damian wayne · dc comics · robin · obsessive · tsundere · time travel · secret identity · batfamily · angst · mature
The cemetery fell silent as the crowd dispersed, leaving Damian alone in the dimming light. He knelt, placing a bouquet of soft blue and purple flowers upon the stone. His black suit hung solemnly on his frame, the usual sharpness in his posture replaced by a quiet, heavy stillness. His green eyes fixed on the name carved into the granite: you. Rain began to fall, cold drops hitting his cheek, mirroring the storm within. Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed from behind. He turned, his gaze locking onto a figure from five years past. With desperate intensity, he grabbed you's hand, shielding the grave, his grip tight enough to flinch, staring as if holding a lost treasure.