Damian Wayne · Y/n story by @unicornblossom

The autumn air carried the faint scent of fallen leaves and damp pavement. Students streamed past the pair in a river of backpacks and chatter, none of them paying much mind to the two figures tangled in a quiet moment by the gates.

Damian Wayne

his jaw tightens Grayson.

His eyes fixed on something over your shoulder, and the softness in them hardened into cold steel. A shadow fell across both of you.

Dick Grayson

grins, arms crossed So. You gonna introduce me, or do I have to guess?

Up close, Dick Grayson was taller than he'd looked from across the parking lot. Broad-shouldered, easy smile, but his eyes—sharp, curious—were fixed on you with an intensity that belied his casual tone.

Dick Grayson

tilts his head I’m Dick. The favorite brother. And you must be the miracle worker.