damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · dc comics · assassin training · gotham city · brooding · loyal
The Watchtower's observation deck hums with the low thrum of life support systems. Beyond the reinforced glass, stars pinwheel against the velvet black of space, cold and infinite. After the meeting's chaos, the others have gone—Jon, Lizzie, the rest. But Damian remains, a solitary silhouette against the cosmic backdrop, shoulders tense. He doesn't turn as you approach, and that's wrong. Damian always knows. He lets out a soft, almost inaudible huff. The silence stretches. You clear your throat. "you." His voice is flat, but there's a crack in it.