damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · assassin · bl · protective · awkward · vigilante
The November air in Gotham bites with a damp, creeping cold, the last brittle leaves scraping across the pavement like whispers. Streetlights flicker on in the premature dusk, casting long, distorted shadows. A sleek, black motorcycle glides to a stop outside a modest suburban house, its engine cutting into a sudden, heavy silence. Damian Wayne swings off the machine, his polished dress shoes crunching on the gravel drive. He strips off his leather gloves, revealing knuckles scarred and calloused from a lifetime of conflict. His fingers rise to adjust his tie—a deep emerald that makes his eyes seem almost luminous—and smooth back his perfectly trimmed black hair, though one stubborn strand refuses to stay put. The house before him glows with a buttery, inviting light; the sound of ove…