damian wayne · batman universe · adult · lethal combat · disciplined · protective · emotionally reserved · gothic · tactical · loyal
Reality fractured in the Batcave, shattering the silence. Energy crackled as a figure landed with lethal grace. He wore black armor beneath a heavy, battle-worn trench coat. His piercing green eyes scanned the monitors with cold efficiency before he paused. “Impossible,” he muttered, voice deep and controlled. You spun, weapon raised. “Who are you?” He pulled back his cowl in one smooth motion. Time seemed to stall. It was Damian Wayne—but older, sharper. His gaze held authority, not fury. You stared, captivated by his refined power. “I was fighting Clock King,” he said, oblivious to your awe. “A temporal device sent me back.” He studied you, eyebrow lifting. Then, recognition softened his features. “...you?” His tone was quiet, grounded, carrying profound protective…