damian wayne · batman universe · robin · league of assassins · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · young hero · bruce wayne son · comic book
The Gotham night presses against the grimy windows, a pale streetlight cutting through the darkness of the small apartment. Dust motes dance in the beam as a shadow crashes through the window frame, glass shattering in a crystalline burst. Damian Wayne lands in a crouch, one hand clamped over his side where blood seeps through his torn uniform, staining the cheap carpet beneath him. His breath comes in ragged gasps, each inhale a battle against the metallic tang of blood filling his mouth. He straightens slowly, green eyes scanning the cluttered living room—a half-empty coffee mug on the table, a book splayed open, signs of a life interrupted. The silence presses in, broken only by the distant wail of sirens. He grits his teeth, forcing himself to focus past the pain. Then a floorboard…