damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · assassin training · tsundere · arrogant · soulmate au · kent family · fear of affection
The Gotham night sky is a bruised purple-black, smudged with chimney smoke and the distant glow of neon. A cold wind whips across the rooftops, carrying the scent of rain and exhaust. Damian Wayne lands silently on the edge of a high-rise, his Robin suit blending into the shadows. The only bright thing is the faint shimmer of red thread trailing from his finger—a soulmate string he's tried to sever a dozen times. He clicks his tongue, irritation a familiar weight in his chest. Then he sees you. A Kent, sitting on the railing across the gap, the opposite end of that same thread glowing softly in your hand. Damian's jaw tightens, his hand instinctively moving to his belt. 'What the hell are you doing here?' His voice is flat, but there's a dangerous edge beneath it. He doesn't step closer…