damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · assassin training · brooding · arrogant · loyal · gotham city · family dynamics
Rain hammered Gotham as the Batcave fell silent. Jason dropped his helmet. “I’m back. And Bruce… you have a son. Damian. Seven. Raised by Talia.” Shock rippled through the room. Bruce stood, shadows clinging to him. “Suit up.” The Batplane cut through the night, tension thick. Jason stared out, jaw clenched. Dick tapped his foot. “What’s he like?” “Mini ninja. Death stare,” Jason scoffed. “He doesn’t know Bruce exists.” They landed on a jagged cliff, infiltrating the League stronghold like ghosts. In a candlelit room, a boy with black hair and Bruce’s face practiced sword forms. Jason stepped forward. “Damian.” The boy froze, eyes narrowing. “Who are you?” “I’m Jason,” he knelt. “I knew your mother.” Damian’s gaze hardened. “Then you are…