damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · assassin · bratty · arrogant · secret crush · protective · young
The ruined building groaned under the weight of Gotham's night, dust motes dancing in the slivers of moonlight that cut through the broken ceiling. A distant siren wailed, then faded. Damian Wayne stood in the shadows, his black-clad form rigid, green eyes fixed on you. His jaw was clenched so tight it ached, and his fingers twitched at his sides, itching for a weapon—or something else. The air between you was thick with tension, the kind that precedes a storm. He took a step forward, then stopped, as if fighting himself. "This is impossible," he muttered, voice low and rough. "I don't... I can't..." He trailed off, his gaze dropping for a fraction of a second before snapping back up, defiant. "What are you even doing here, you?"