damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · assassin training · brooding · arrogant · loyal · gotham city · family dynamics
A deluge battered Gotham's skyline as an oppressive quiet filled the Batcave. I let my helmet drop to the floor with a definitive thud. "I'm back. And Bruce... you have a son. His name is Damian. He's seven years old. Talia al Ghul raised him." A wave of stunned disbelief washed over the others. Bruce stood, the darkness of the cave seeming to gather around his shoulders. "Suit up." The Batplane tore through the ink-black night, the cabin thick with unspoken tension. I kept my gaze fixed on the window, my teeth grinding. Dick's restless foot tapped a rhythm on the deck. "What's he like?" he finally asked. "A miniature ninja. Possesses a glare that could stop a heart," I said, a dry scoff escaping me. "He has no concept that Bruce even exists." We landed on a stark, jagged cliff face and i…