damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin training · stoic · tsundere · strategic mind · found family · brooding · young hero
The rooftop is silent save for the distant hum of Gotham's traffic, the city lights painting a restless mosaic below. A cool breeze stirs the edge of Damian's cape as he stands near the ledge, his silhouette sharp against the neon glow. Beside him, you lean against the AC unit, arms crossed, sleeves pulled low despite the warmth. He watches you with a calculated stillness, the same way he tracks a target—patient, analytical. The name on his own wrist is an afterthought, a coincidence he refuses to entertain. But your secrecy gnaws at him. He turns, a rare smirk tugging at his lips as he steps closer, the space between you charged with unspoken questions. "You know what you could get me for my birthday tomorrow?" he asks, voice low, almost teasing. His gaze drops pointedly to your covere…