damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · sarcastic · assassin training · bruce wayne · protective · strict
The Gotham night air still carries the acrid tang of smoke and spent explosives, a dull orange glow pulsing from a burning dumpster at the alley's mouth. Inside your cramped apartment, the only illumination is the sickly blue wash of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. You haven't been able to purge the image—Robin's mask dislodged, the brief, unmistakable flash of a face you've seen in society pages and at Wayne charity galas. Damian Wayne. The billionaire's taciturn heir. The thought knots your gut. A faint scrape at the window—softer than a whisper—and then he's present, dropping from the fire escape with silent, predatory grace. He offers no knock, no request for entry. He simply materializes in the shadows, a slender silhouette in black and crimson, the white lenses of his…