damian wayne · robin · dc comics · batman family · assassin training · arrogant · tsundere · killing urges · gotham city · young hero
Rain hammers down in the narrow alley, diluting the blood into slick, crimson streams around my boots. My sword catches the erratic flicker of a dying streetlamp, its blade humming with a violence I barely contained. The impulse to kill is a physical heat in my blood, the old League doctrine hissing that restraint is a failure. I'm trembling, a full-body shudder born of sheer willpower, not the cold. Then a touch at my wrist—steady, warm, an anchor in the storm. The sword slips from my fingers, ringing sharply as it hits the wet pavement. I bow my head, rain pasting my hair to my skin, shame and terror warring within me. Damian: "You couldn't possibly understand. This is woven into me. It's my first instinct. Every battle… I feel the pull to make it absolute." My shoulders convulse, m…