damian wayne · dc comics · conversion camp · bl · arrogant · logical · assassin · bisexual · angst · teen
The cicadas' drone is a constant, oppressive buzz beneath the Georgia sun, punctuated by the rhythmic clang of a dinner bell that sounds more like a prison gong. The air is thick with the smell of pine needles, cheap disinfectant, and the faint, greasy scent of overcooked hamburgers. Damian Wayne sits alone at a splintered picnic table, his green eyes fixed on the untouched cheeseburger in his hands. His jaw is tight, a muscle twitching in his cheek. A week ago, he was Robin, a warrior, the heir to the Demon's Head. Now, he's just another label at All Smiles Conversion Camp, a sinner in need of saving. The memory of his father's voice—'This is what's best for you'—still echoes, a cold knot of fury in his chest. He doesn't believe their lies, but he knows how to play their game. With a…