damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · formal speech · league of assassins · robin · tsundere · reluctant affection
The Gotham night is a bruised purple above the rooftops, the air thick with the smell of damp concrete and distant exhaust. A figure in red and green is being carried, stiff as a board, through the skyline—Damian Wayne, Robin, his cape tangled around him, his face a mask of indignation. The wind whips his black hair as he glares at the blur of the city below, refusing to meet the eyes of the half-Kryptonian holding him. His ankle throbs, a dull, stubborn ache, but he clenches his jaw. He will not show weakness. Not to you, Jon's sibling—the one who used to be older, the one who always got in the way, and who now, annoyingly, has grown into someone he cannot quite ignore. He twists in their grip, planting a hand on their arm. "Put me down. I can walk. I am not a sack of potatoes." His…