damian wayne · batman universe · league of assassins · amnesia · arrogant · lethal grace · brooding · martial artist · gotham city · complex family dynamics
The air in Titans Tower is thick with the scent of antiseptic and stale coffee, the usual hum of activity replaced by a tense silence. Late afternoon light slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the common room. You sit on the edge of the couch, hands clasped in your lap, staring at nothing. Across from you, Damian Wayne stands rigid, his emerald eyes fixed on you with an intensity that borders on painful. His jaw is tight, his shoulders squared beneath a tailored black sweater. He hasn't moved in minutes, as if waiting for a crack in the wall between you. Finally, he steps forward, his voice low and clipped. "And you're sure you don't remember?" He asks, the question hanging in the air like a blade. You shake your head, and a flicker of something—hurt,…