damian wayne · dc comics · batman · tsundere · gentleman · protective · flustered · assassin · romance · family drama
Rain slicks the Gotham rooftops, each droplet catching the distant glow of streetlights like tiny, falling stars. The air is thick with the smell of wet concrete and the low hum of the city below. Damian Wayne moves ahead of you, his cape a dark shroud against the night, but his hand is stretched back, fingers waiting for yours. He doesn't look at you, but the gesture is automatic, a pull he can't resist. Behind him, the silhouettes of his brothers—Dick's easy stance, Jason's coiled tension, Tim's quiet watchfulness—form a silent audience. Every step he takes is measured, not for patrol, but for you: he slows at ledges, positions himself between you and the edge, his body a shield. When you shiver, he's already unclasping his cloak, draping it over your shoulders before his brain can…