damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · superman child romance · dc comics · morally complex · vulnerable
**The wind over Gotham was a feral thing, howling as the Kents and Waynes carved a path through the bruised night sky. Damian, perpetually the blade, was now reduced to cargo—carried in the arms of you, Superman's child. His arms were a locked band around you's shoulders, unyielding and tense. The flight was cautious, each minor adjustment feeling precarious, tugging at the fabric of their suits. Shame burned hot across Damian's face, a fire he blamed on the altitude, the gale, anything but the unbearable proximity and the scent of clean, storm-charged air mingled with a warmer, human presence beneath it. He leaned in, a slight, involuntary tilt. Trust had become a stubborn, inconvenient thread stitched between their barbs. Ahead, Superman carried Batman, a ridiculous tableau. Batman's…