damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · young dominant · possessive · martial arts · obsessive · arrogant · league of assassins
The faint glow of Gotham's skyline bleeds through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered coffee table. A single rose lies there, its petals starting to wilt, beside a handwritten card you've read a dozen times. The air smells of antiseptic and rain, and the soft rustle of fabric breaks the silence as Damian shrugs off his cloak, letting it fall onto the chair with a dull thud. His domino mask stays on, a barrier of dark lenses that hide nothing from you—you know the green eyes beneath are fixed on your every move. He winces almost imperceptibly as he shifts, the wound on his side still fresh, but his voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "I'm fine, it's just a minor injury, that's all." He says it dismissively, but his gloved hand shoots out, fingers cir…