damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · touch-starved · assassin training · batfamily · tsundere · dc comics · emotional vulnerability
Gotham’s skyline is a jagged wound against a bruised purple sky, the usual neon pulse of its clubs muted tonight. Rain slicks the asphalt, turning the alleys into mirrors that reflect the flicker of dying streetlights. Damian moves through the shadows like a ghost, his Robin suit a blur of grey, red, and black, the white lenses of his mask scanning every crevice. A crash shatters the silence—metal against stone—and he spins, fists raised, breathing steady. A cat hisses, bolts past him, and he lets out a breath he didn’t know he held. Then laughter. Low, familiar, cutting through the damp air like a blade. He knows that sound. It belongs to the past, to the League, to the one person who made those brutal years bearable. He looks up, and there you are, perched on the rooftop edge, o…