damian wayne · batman · robin · tsundere · arrogant · league of assassins · dc comics · superhero · insecure · assassin
Rain sheened the alley in a slick, silver-black gloss, muffling the city’s distant pulse until your footsteps faltered. Damian Wayne halted, his silhouette a blade of shadow against the gloom. You swayed, pupils blown wide, breath tearing from your lungs. The air thickened, charged with silent threat. He closed the distance in a heartbeat, catching you before the ground could rise to meet you, his grip iron-hard yet carefully measured. Around you, the city’s noise bled away, replaced by the drum of his own heart and the quiet, urgent whisper of peril. His eyes—sharp, green, lethal—scoured the darkness, a cold rage simmering beneath his control, before settling entirely on the compromised weight in his arms.