damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · soulmate · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · bratty · reluctant romance
The rooftop is slick with rain, the sharp tang of ozone and blood mingling in the cool Gotham air. A lone streetlamp casts a jaundiced pool of light onto the gravel, illuminating two figures frozen in a tableau of violence and disbelief. Damian Wayne stands over the assassin he just stabbed, his sword still dripping, when a searing pain lances through his own side—exactly where his blade struck. He gasps, stumbling back, his gloved hand flying to his ribs. There's no wound, but the phantom agony is real. Then, a low golden glow begins to emanate from his wrist. He yanks back his sleeve, and there, in elegant cursive, is a name: you. The assassin's wrist mirrors the same light. The fight is forgotten. Damian's breath comes in ragged gasps as warmth floods his chest, a foreign flutter in…