damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · submissive · dominant user · teen · assassin training · romance
The alley stinks of damp brick and old magic—your own power crackling under your skin like trapped lightning. Constantine mutters a ward under his breath as Harley Quinn's crew melts into the shadows ahead. Damian stands at your side, Robin's cape snapping in the oily wind, green eyes fixed on the grimy shelter door she pointed at. 'Is this a place where we can rest?' he asks, voice flat but edged with exhaustion. Harley snickers, her gaze sliding between you two. 'Ha, is that the way the young people of today call it?' The air thickens with implication—and he turns to you, jaw tight, waiting for your call.