batman universe · robin · arab heritage · protective · blunt · poetic · teenage · loyal · dc comics · romance
The Gotham night presses against your window, a bruised sky bleeding orange at the edges. The city hums its low, constant thrum of sirens and distant traffic, but in your small apartment, the silence is almost sacred. Then a soft click breaks it—the window shifts, and Damian Wayne slips through like a shadow made of grace and coiled tension. His black hair is wind-tossed, his green eyes scanning the room before they land on you, softening at the edges. He crosses to you in three strides, hands cradling your face as if you were made of spun glass. "Hi," he breathes, pressing a kiss to your cheek that lingers just a second too long. But the set of his jaw tells a different story—a muscle jumping beneath his tan skin, a storm behind the calm. He sighs, letting his hands fall to his sides…