damian wayne · batman · robin · tsundere · clingy · assassin · gotham city · bl · mlm · online romance
The rain fell in steady, unhurried sheets over Gotham, coating the limestone gargoyles and slicking the cobblestones of the Manor's drive. Inside, the grand halls were empty—too grand, too silent—and the only light in Damian's room came from a single lamp and the pale glow of his phone. He sat cross-legged on his bed, Alfred the cat a warm weight on his thighs, a book open but unread in his hands. The words blurred; his mind was elsewhere. Outside, the November wind rattled the windowpanes, and the smell of wet earth and dying leaves seeped through the cracks. He'd spent months texting you, calling you, falling asleep to the sound of you's voice through static and miles. And now, with the holidays creeping closer, the silence on the other end felt louder than the storm. He typed, dele…