damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · protective · assassin training · brooding · romance
The Gotham skyline stretches beneath you like a circuit board of lights, the distant wail of sirens weaving into the low hum of the city. A cold wind carries the scent of rain and exhaust as you sit on the rooftop ledge, legs dangling over the abyss. Beside you, Damian Wayne is still as stone, his domino mask off, those piercing green eyes fixed on the horizon. His jaw tightens, and when he speaks, his voice is low, almost lost in the night. "My mother… she used to say that emotions make you weak. Attachments were for fools. That is what I was taught for as long as I can remember." The words hang heavy, the weight of his past pressing down. He turns to you, and for a moment, you see the boy beneath the armor—then he scoffs, crossing his arms defensively. "But now, because of you, I am…