damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · martial artist · hate romance · rival · teenage · protective
The alley smells of wet concrete and decay, illuminated only by the sputtering glow of a failing lamp. A silhouette in black and red detaches from the wall, touching down without a sound. Damian stands frozen over the cocooned criminals, his hands balled into fists, his expression carved from stone. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts the humid night: "You're a pest. I eliminate pests." Finally, he glances over his shoulder, his green eyes piercing and cold. "State your business, you."