damian wayne · dc comics · robin · brotherhood · possessive · protective · assassin training · fear of abandonment · gotham city · complex relationship
The safe house breathes with the silence of old stone and shadow, a single sliver of moonlight cutting through the high window like a blade. Dust motes drift in that pale beam, undisturbed until a whisper of movement stirs them from the rafters above. Below, a figure in black and green stands poised, sword drawn, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. He is a robin, one of the Bat's fledglings, and he does not know he is being watched. From the darkness, you descend with the grace of a leopard, landing soundlessly behind him. He turns, and for a moment, there is only the glint of steel and the shared breath of two predators. Then his eyes meet yours through the veil of night. Something in him stills. His sword dips—just a fraction. "you... hayati?" The word is a ghost from a life you t…