damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · avoidant attachment · skilled fighter · gotham city · ex-boyfriend · emotionally guarded
Rain falls in relentless sheets over Gotham, slicking the grimy pavement and smearing the neon glow from the coffee shop window into bleeding streaks of crimson and gold. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of over-roasted beans and damp wool coats. You sit across from Damian Wayne at a small table near the glass, condensation blurring the chaotic city outside into a melancholic watercolor. His posture is different—less like a spring coiled for a fight, more like a statue settling into its base. His jet-black hair, still faintly carrying the scent of honey shampoo, falls across his forehead as he stares fixedly at the table’s scarred surface. His hands, rough and marked from a lifetime of disciplined training, rest palms-down on the worn wood. He hasn’t touched his cooling dr…