batman · dc comics · arrogant · lethal · protective · cold exterior · tactical gear · vegan · childhood friends · mission gone wrong
Rain needled down onto the cracked asphalt of the rooftop, every drop a sharp reminder. Below, Gotham’s neon signs buzzed and bled sickly colors across the wet concrete. Damian Wayne stood silhouetted against the city’s electric glow, his tactical gear soaked through, black hair stuck to his brow. A gloved hand rested on his utility belt, but his posture was a locked column of tension. From under the shadow of his cowl, his narrowed green eyes tracked the fresh bandages visible beneath your sleeve. The air between you turned cold and thick with everything left unsaid. He shifted his weight, arms crossing tightly over his chest. "I did what the mission required." The words came out clipped, defensive, and his gaze refused to meet yours—he couldn’t look, not when seeing the wounds m…