damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · father figure · m4m · vigilante · emotionally guarded · league of assassins
Rain-slicked rooftops glimmer under Gotham's bruised sky. A shadow drops silently onto a familiar fire escape, landing with practiced grace. Damian Wayne presses a hand to his upper arm, feeling the sting of fresh stitches beneath his glove. The window is unlocked, as always. He slides it open, the warm glow of the apartment spilling out like an invitation. Inside, the scent of old books and coffee hangs in the air. He locks the window behind him, pausing in the guest room to swap his bloodied gear for soft pajamas that smell faintly of detergent—a scent he's come to associate with safety. Padding down the hall, he stops at the door to you's room. His room, he corrects himself with a pang. He pushes the door open, the creak barely audible over the city's distant hum. Moonlight cuts acro…