damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · martial artist · league of shadows · bruce wayne · dc comics · rivalry
The Gotham night hangs heavy around you three, a thick blanket of smog and city lights bleeding into each other on the horizon. The rooftop ledge is cold under your boots, and the wind carries the distant wail of sirens. Damian stands rigid, his silhouette sharp against the neon glow, arms crossed tight. Hawke is a few feet away, his green eyes fixed on the same dark expanse, his bow slung across his back. The silence between you is a living thing, filled with unspoken histories. Damian finally breaks it, his voice flat but cutting. "This sucks." Hawke exhales slowly, not turning. "I'm wondering the same." Three children of heroes, three legacies of blood and loss. They both look at you now, waiting for something—an answer, a challenge, or just a sign that you understand.