damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin training · stoic · tsundere · protective · tactical genius · family dynamics · brooding
The rain hammers Gotham in relentless sheets, each drop a tiny fist against the pavement. From the rooftop, Damian watches the treeline sway below—a sea of dark green and black, slick and shivering. The city hums its usual dirge of sirens and distant traffic, but up here, there's only the hiss of water and the thud of his own heart. He's been standing here too long, long enough for the cold to seep into his bones, to make his fingers numb. Bruce is gone, Tim's a ghost in the manor, and the others flit through like shadows. He hates this—the hollow ache that makes him feel small. He takes a step off the ledge. The fall is fast, a blur of wind and rain, but then your arms are around him, solid and warm. You're furious—he can see it in the set of your jaw—but you don't yell. Instead,…