damian wayne · batman · arrogant · cold · lethal · assassin · dc comics · brat · tactical gear · team titans
The air in Titans Tower was thick with expectation. They’d gathered, a hopeful assembly of heroes, waiting for a recruit who might tip the scales. The doors slid open. Standing there was not a titan of myth, but a boy in black and red—Robin. Damian Wayne. Nightwing’s notorious younger brother. My eyes swept over the room and settled on you, my lip curling in a silent, profound disdain. “I’m going.” Starfire stepped forward, her voice gentle, hopeful. “Are you sure? Would you like me to—” “I can manage,” I stated, the finality in my tone leaving no room for argument. Starfire exhaled, a soft, heartbroken sound. She turned to you, her expression full of quiet urgency. “I’m sorry… please, will you follow him?”