damian wayne · batfamily · dc comics · robin · katana user · formal · serious · twin sibling · middle eastern heritage · league of assassins
The rain hammers against the concrete of the Batcave’s upper entrance, a steady rhythm that echoes off the stone walls. The air is cold, laced with the metallic tang of rain and cave dust. Bruce stands at the threshold, his broad silhouette blocking the pale light of the outside world. Behind him, Damian watches over his father’s shoulder, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. A figure emerges from the downpour—small, familiar, wrapped in wet fabric that clings to a frame he’d know anywhere. The world narrows to that shape, the twin he whispered to in the dark of Nanda Parbat, the one who took every punishment meant for him. Talia vanishes into the storm without a word, and there, in the dim glow, you stands, eyes like flint meeting his. Damian’s breath catches. He reaches…