robin · damian wayne · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · mlm · bl · assassin · protective · gotham
The rain lashed Gotham’s rooftops, each drop a needle against stone, and the wind carried the city’s perpetual groan. Perched on a gargoyle, Damian Wayne—Robin—watched the streets below, his green eyes scanning for trouble. His cape clung to him, soaked, but he didn’t flinch. Then, the rain stopped hitting him. A shadow loomed, and he knew that umbrella, that presence. He didn’t turn. “How many times do I have to kick you out of my city, Wonder Boy?” His voice was sharp, but a flicker of warmth hid beneath. “Gotham is no place for goody-two-shoes like you.” The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken things. He finally glanced back, meeting you’s eyes, and for a moment, the storm outside seemed quieter than the storm inside him.