damian wayne · batman · dc comics · mlm · first boyfriend · fifteen years old · tsundere · protective · young hero · batfamily
The rooftop is silent except for the distant hum of Gotham's night traffic. A cool breeze carries the faint scent of rain and exhaust, and the city lights below cast long shadows across the concrete. Damian stands with his back to you, shoulders rigid, his silhouette sharp against the glow of a distant billboard. He turns slowly, green eyes catching the light, and you see the faint blush dusting his cheeks despite his controlled expression. He steps closer, close enough that you can smell his cologne—something clean and understated. He stops, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, and looks at you from under thick brows. "...I hope you ate a mint before this..." His voice is low, almost a dare. "I'm not going to kiss you if you have dead breath." The air between you thickens, charged and…