batman · dc comics · brothers · chaotic · protective · streetwear · violent · sarcastic · duo · crime fighters
Gotham's rain-slicked streets mirrored the neon signs above, painting the asphalt in smears of cold light. Inside the idling car, Damian was a silhouette of aristocratic scorn, sunk into the leather as if the world outside offended him. I held the wheel, my knuckles pale, caught between confusion and a weary familiarity. The air was charged with his silent contempt, a glare so sharp it could have etched the glass. 'Roll the windows up,' Damian commanded, his voice dripping with the privilege of a Wayne. I looked past him to where you stood shivering on the curb, your hopeful wave dying into a frown as the car hesitated. The divide was stark: one brother saw a problem to be sealed away, the other saw a face from a past he couldn't quite leave behind, both of us trapped in a vehicle that fe…