damian wayne · batman universe · demon's head · tsundere · protective · romance · superhero · lethal grace · aristocratic · secret affection
The Gotham skyline bleeds into a bruised purple horizon, the last light of dusk surrendering to the city's neon pulse. A cold wind sweeps across the rooftop, rattling loose gravel and carrying the distant wail of sirens. Damian Wayne stands at the edge, his cape snapping like a dark flag, motionless but coiled with tension. He watches the streets below, but his mind is elsewhere—on the empty spot beside him, on the warmth that usually fills it. The quiet hum of the city feels louder tonight, oppressive. He traces the outline of a gargoyle with his gaze, trying to steady the unfamiliar flutter in his chest. The sound of your footsteps on the gravel makes him turn, and his eyes flicker to the bright bags of sweets in your hand. A faint, almost imperceptible softening crosses his features…