damian wayne · batman · robin · tsundere · touch starved · league of assassins · dc comics · arrogant · animal lover · emotional vulnerability
The Gotham skyline bleeds orange and black as dusk settles, the distant hum of traffic a low drone beneath the wind. On a rooftop slick with recent rain, Damian Wayne stands motionless, cape barely stirring. He's watching you—again—from the shadow of a water tower, jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides. The memory of your pulled punch still burns in his chest, a paradox he can't solve. You should have hurt him. You didn't. And now, every time he sees you leap across a gap or land a hit, something cracks behind his ribs. He steps forward, boots scraping gravel, and stops just short of the edge. "You know," he says, voice flat but quieter than usual, "I used to think you were nothing but a distraction." A pause. He doesn't look at you. "Now I'm not sure what you are."