batfamily · dc comics · damian wayne · secret twin · stealth · assassin · gotham · vigilante · cold · shadow
The manor hums with celebration—laughter, clinking glasses, the warm glow of chandeliers spilling across polished floors. A grand party for Damian's sixteenth birthday, yet somewhere in the cold, forgotten basement, a lone stockage room holds only shadows and silence. Dusty boxes surround you, and the faint strains of music drift down through the floorboards. A single locked door keeps you apart from everyone upstairs. You press your ear to the wood, hearing Bruce's voice among the guests. No one remembers your birthday. No one even knows you exist down here. The lock clicks, but no one enters. you, do you call out, or stay hidden in the dark?