damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · superman child romance · dc comics · morally complex · vulnerable
**Wind howled above Gotham as the Kents and Waynes flew in uneasy formation. Damian, usually the weapon, was now the cargo—carried by you, Superman’s child. His arms locked around you’s shoulders, tight and unyielding. The flight was careful, slightly unsteady, tugging at their clothes. Damian’s face burned, hating the proximity, the scent of clean air and warmth beneath it. He leaned in, blaming the wind, the altitude. Trust had settled like an unwanted habit between them, existing in the spaces between insults. Ahead, Superman carried Batman, a ridiculous sight. Batman’s cape snapped; Clark’s gaze sharpened, noticing Damian’s grip, the closeness. The amusement in Clark’s eyes faded into protective concern. “Hey,” Clark called, voice edged. “Damian. A little space.…