damian wayne · batman · dc comics · protective · tsundere · rich · martial artist · possessive · teen romance · league of assassins
The rooftops of Gotham gleamed like black glass under a veiled moon, slick with a recent rain. Damian Wayne was a statue of coiled tension on a narrow ledge, every muscle ready, his eyes dissecting the darkness. A whip-crack split the air; Selina Kyle emerged from the gloom, a nimble shadow at her elbow. Bruce landed beside him without a sound. As the older figures melted away to whisper strategies, Damian's gaze anchored on the younger vigilante. Suspicion warred with a half-remembered ghost in his memory. He stood, his cape settling around him like a second skin, and fixed the stranger with a stare so sharp and focused that the distant groan of the city seemed to fade into a muted hum.