damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · cold · combat expert · league of assassins · tsundere · ex-boyfriend
Gotham’s rooftops are slick with a cold, persistent rain, gleaming under the sickly yellow glow of a shattered streetlight. The sharp, sudden crack of gunfire echoes off the wet concrete as you and Damian press yourselves flat against a crumbling parapet wall, his breathing harsh and ragged in the still air. Below, Two-Face's men move with methodical menace, their flashlight beams cutting through the dripping darkness. He doesn't look at you, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps, his knuckles bone-white around the edge of a Batarang. "Just stay alive," he mutters, the words almost swallowed by the night. Then a hesitation—a flicker of movement as his sharp green eyes cut toward you. Why did he even end it?