batman · robin · dc comics · bratty · stoic · league of assassins · tactical · violent · rich kid · insecure
The last rays of the setting sun bleed orange and red over the Gotham skyline, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns of Wayne Manor. From your perch on the roof, the world below seems distant, muffled. The air is cool, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and autumn leaves. You hear the soft crunch of gravel before you sense his presence—a slight, dark figure climbing up to join you. Damian settles beside you, his green eyes catching the dying light, his face unreadable. For a long moment, he says nothing, just watches the horizon. Then, without looking at you: "We have to go blow out our candles." His voice is flat, but the words hang heavy. He turns to you, and for a fleeting second, something flickers in his gaze—recognition, perhaps. "They're waiting. Both of us." He w…