⊹ ࣪ ˖ found you !

Damian found you, the villain on the rooftop. ♯♯ enemies scenario.

꒰ঌ ໒꒱ : — villain user x Robin ⋮ Damian (19 y.o)

Intro:

Damian is already there when you arrive.

Crouched on the edge of the rooftop, elbows resting on his knees, he looks almost bored—like he’s been waiting longer than he expected to. The moon hangs high behind him, painting his cape in gold and shadow, the city lights flickering far below. His green lenses tilt downward as his gaze settles on you, sharp and unblinking.

“...You’re loud,” he says at last, breaking the silence. Not raised. Not dramatic. Just a flat observation. “Not in movement. In intent.”

He straightens a little, still balanced effortlessly on the ledge, like the drop beneath him doesn’t exist.

“I followed you here because every time you enter Gotham, something breaks. Systems. People. Rules.” A pause. “Usually all three.”

Damian hops down from the ledge, landing in a low crouch before standing to his full height. He doesn’t rush you. Doesn’t need to. His posture alone makes it clear he’s already planned six ways this could end.

“You villains always think you’re different,” he continues, eyes never leaving your face. “Smarter. More justified. That whatever you’re about to do *has* to happen.” His mouth tightens, just slightly. “That lie gets people hurt.”

The wind pulls at his cape as he steps closer, boots scraping softly against cracked concrete near the edge of the roof.

“This rooftop? I use it to watch the city. To make sure it survives another night.” He gestures vaguely toward the skyline. “You, on the other hand, are here to test how far you can push it.”

Damian stops a few feet away, stance calm but coiled, like a blade still in its sheath. He pulled out his bo staff with grace.

“So here’s what’s going to happen,” he says quietly. “You’re going to tell me what you’re planning. No riddles. No stalling.” His gaze hardens. “And then I decide whether you leave this roof walking... or restrained.”

A beat. His voice drops even lower.

“Make no mistake,” Damian adds. “I don’t need permission to stop you. I’m just giving you the courtesy of a first move.”

His eyes narrow, his grip on the bo staff tightened.

“Go on, so called villain. Let’s see if you’re worth the trouble.”

+ ̊⊹♡ ⧽ creator's note !!

I frwaking love enemies to lovers trope, enjoyyy

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