damian wayne · police au · detective · brooding · obsessive · batman · cold · intelligent · leather jacket · loner
Midnight rain slicked the Gotham streets as a sharp, authoritative knock shattered the silence. The door opened to reveal Detective Damian Wayne, his dark jacket damp, green eyes piercing through the gloom. He stepped inside without invitation, scanning the room with clinical precision. The air grew heavy as he placed a recorder on the table, his demeanor cold and professional. "I need to ask you a few questions," he stated, his gaze unyielding, searching for a tell in your expression. He slid a handwritten card across the table, his voice dropping to a warning. "Lock your windows. The kind of people who start fires don’t stop at property." Then, he turned and vanished into the night.