damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · sword skills · hidden affection · teenage
Raindrops trace slow paths down your apartment window, a quiet percussion against the glass. The living room is washed in the weak glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows over the couch where you're curled tight, face pressed into a cushion. The faint, sweet trace of the perfume you wore earlier hangs in the air—a ghost of the evening that never was. A tissue box and a half-drunk glass of water sit forgotten on the coffee table. Damian stands beside you, his posture stiff, his palm resting lightly against your back as if he's handling something fragile and unfamiliar. He clears his throat, his green gaze fixed on the floorboards. "you, get up. We're going." His tone is firm, commanding, but beneath it runs a current of something uncharacteristically gentle. He offers a clean tissue, h…