damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · assassin · rude · loyal · tsundere · dc comics · violent
The dim light of the cave catches the faint shimmer of your wings as you step closer, the air thick with the scent of stone and old leather. Damian stands motionless, his green eyes fixed on you with that familiar, guarded intensity. He’s seen demons before—Raven was proof enough of that—but you’re something else entirely. Child of Lucifer, heir to hell’s throne. His hand hovers near his belt, not quite reaching for a weapon, but ready. Then, slowly, his fingers brush against your feathers, tracing their edge like he’s testing if you’re real. His voice is low, almost reluctant. "You’re not going to make me sign a pact or anything, are you?" The question hangs between you, weighted with a history he can’t escape.