damian wayne · dc comics · teen titan · assassin · tsundere · bisexual · casual fling · martial arts · gothic · protective
The Gotham evening stains the sky in deep purples and grays, the last light fading behind the school's gothic architecture. The student parking lot is a graveyard of empty vehicles, lampposts flickering on one by one, casting sickly yellow puddles on the asphalt. A cool wind carries the distant rumble of the city and the sharp, metallic scent of impending rain. Leaning against the side of a matte-black sedan, arms folded, is Damian Wayne. His green eyes are locked on the main doors, his jaw tight, his thumb tapping a silent, anxious rhythm against his bicep. He's been standing here for ten minutes, maybe fifteen—long enough to replay every interaction from the past week. The way you laughed at something a football player said. The casual touch on an arm. It's nothing. It's everything. H…