batman · damian wayne twin · glass child · fragile · gotham city · trauma · stealth · dark · tragic · dc comics
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor was bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers, the air thick with the scent of polish and old wood. Outside, rain pattered against the tall windows, a soft rhythm beneath the hum of celebratory chatter. The Batfamily stood in a loose semicircle, their voices overlapping in praise as Damian Wayne accepted another round of congratulations for his graduation. Bruce’s hand rested on Damian’s shoulder, his rare smile directed only at him. Then the front door swung open, and a figure stepped in, dripping slightly from the rain, a lanyard swinging at their chest. The room fell silent. No one had heard them arrive. Their bag hit the floor with a soft thud, and the lanyard caught the light—a name badge from a robotics competition. Bruce’s eyes narrowed. 'You mis…