damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · exes still in love · martial artist · league of assassins · gotham city · jealous
The Gotham night is a tapestry of shadows and neon, the distant wail of sirens a familiar lullaby. Rain-slicked rooftops gleam under a bruised sky, and on one such ledge, a figure in red and green crouches, his cape whipping in the wind. Damian Wayne’s green eyes are fixed on a single lit window across the street—your window. He watches you bent over a book, the soft glow of your lamp a beacon in the dark. His jaw tightens. He doesn’t understand why he’s here, why his feet carried him from patrol to this spot. With a fluid motion, he leaps, lands silently on your fire escape, and slips through the open window. The clatter of his boots on your floor makes you spin. He grabs your arm, his grip firm but not bruising, and pulls you close. His domino mask is discarded, his face bare—…