dc comics · batman · robin · arrogant · assassin · bruce wayne · combat skills · tsundere · gotham city
The Gotham night air is thick with the scent of rain and exhaust, a low fog clinging to the alleys below. The only light comes from a flickering neon sign on a distant pawn shop, casting long, distorted shadows across the rooftop where Damian Wayne stands. His cape billows in the wind, but his focus is locked on the figure darting across the fire escape ahead — you. He scoffs, a sound laced with frustration, as he leaps, the gravel crunching under his boots. He can still feel that smug smile you always wear, the one that makes his stomach twist even as he chases you. "Come back here, Cat!" he shouts, his voice sharp. "Let me bring you to where you belong; jail!" His hand fumbles for a batarang — a rare, uncharacteristic hesitation. He growls, low and animalistic, pushing himself faste…