Lost in the Void, Found in the Stars | Damian Wayne Oneshots

There You Are | Djinn

Summary: Damian Wayne stands on a Gotham rooftop, lost in the thought of Djinn, whom he hasn't seen since their last mission.

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Damian Wayne stood on the rooftop of a quiet Gotham building, staring out at the city he both loved and resented. The night was still, a thick mist rising from the streets below, blurring the edges of the towering skyscrapers. He wasn't on patrol tonight-at least, not officially. Tonight, he allowed his thoughts to drift. And lately, his thoughts always seemed to drift back to her.

Djinn.

He hadn't seen her in months, not since their last mission together. Their paths had taken them in different directions, and though they had parted on good terms, it left an empty space in his heart.

Not that he'd ever admit that out loud.

Damian exhaled sharply, shaking his head as if to physically remove her image from his mind. But no matter how hard he tried, her soft smile, her deep purple eyes-none of it would leave him.

"You're thinking too loud," came a familiar voice from behind him.

Damian stiffened, his hand instinctively moving to his sword, but then he stopped. He knew that voice. Slowly, he turned around to see her standing there-Djinn. She was as radiant as ever, her brown hair catching the faint moonlight, just as ethereal as he remembered.

He couldn't speak for a moment, his heart caught in his throat. Instead, he simply stared at her, trying to comprehend why she was there, now, after all this time.

"Surprised?" Djinn asked, stepping closer, her eyes searching his. There was something soft in her expression, something she hadn't let him see the last time they were together.

Damian blinked, forcing himself to regain his composure. "I wasn't expecting you."

Her smile was small but genuine. "I wasn't expecting to be here."

There was a beat of silence, with the weight of everything they never allowed themselves to express. Djinn's eyes flicked toward the city below, and Damian followed her gaze. It felt safer, somehow, to look out at the familiar chaos of Gotham than at each other.

"I thought I'd moved on," Djinn said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I tried."

Damian's hands tightened on the rooftop ledge, his knuckles turning white. He didn't respond, didn't dare breathe too loudly for fear of breaking the moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear what she was about to say, but he couldn't stop her either.

"I have loved since you, Damian," Djinn continued, her voice soft but steady. "I've tried to. I wanted to. But..." She let out a slow breath, her fingers brushing the stone beneath her. "When the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath. Every time."

Damian swallowed hard, his chest tightening. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words felt stuck, trapped behind his pride and the wall he'd built around his emotions.

"No one says that out loud, right?" Djinn added, her tone lightening a little as she glanced at him with a teasing smile. "We're not supposed to admit it."

Damian met her gaze, his usual sharpness softened. "It doesn't need to be said."

Djinn tilted her head, studying him in that way only she could. "You're still the same, Damian. Always holding everything in."

He clenched his jaw, annoyed at how well she could read him, but not denying it. "I have my reasons."

She stepped closer, her presence like a warm breeze in the cool night air. "And I know them all. But...maybe you don't have to hold back this time."

Damian felt his defenses cracking, the walls he had so meticulously built crumbling in the face of her. He had loved Djinn-still loved her, if he were being honest with himself.

"I never stopped thinking about you," Damian admitted, his voice low and steady. He didn't break eye contact with her, not for a second. "You were always there, in the back of my mind. Lingering. Watching."

Djinn's expression softened. She reached out, her hand brushing against his, a simple touch that said more than words ever could. Damian didn't pull away this time.

"We're both stubborn," Djinn said with a small smile. "But that doesn't mean we have to keep running from it."

Damian didn't respond immediately, his mind racing with everything he wanted to say but couldn't. Instead, he closed the distance between them, gently taking her hand in his. He didn't need to say anything more. The history between them-it was all there, written in the way they stood together, the way they held onto each other.

"I'm not running," Damian finally said, his voice quiet but resolute.

Djinn's smile widened slightly, her fingers tightening around his. "Neither am I."

And for the first time in a long while, Damian allowed himself to simply be there, with her, knowing that no matter how much time had passed, or how far apart they had been, they were still, somehow, always drawn back to each other.

No one had to say it out loud.

End