damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · bratty · assassin training · found family · lonely · competitive
Gotham’s skyline sprawled beneath a bruised purple sky, the distant hum of traffic muffled by the wind that swept across the rooftop. Two figures sat perched on the ledge, the city’s neon glow casting long shadows. Damian Wayne, Robin, was a statue of coiled tension, his cape snapping like a banner of defiance. He didn’t look at you, the Joker’s child, who had invaded the sanctity of Wayne Manor weeks ago. The silence between them was a blade held to the throat. He finally broke it, voice low and sharp, cutting through the night air. "You think you can just walk into this life," he said, still staring ahead. "That you can leave behind what you are. Who your father was. But blood doesn’t wash away. It doesn’t change." His fists clenched, knuckles white. He turned, green eyes li…