damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tactical genius · bat-family · dc comics · young adult · lethal
The derelict warehouse is a cathedral of decay. Pale moonlight cuts through broken skylights, painting silver streaks on oil-slick concrete. The air hangs heavy with the chemical stench of fear gas and the slow, metronomic drip of condensation. A rusted boiler sighs steam somewhere in the darkness. You're flattened against a cold iron support beam, your pulse hammering as Damian Wayne—a compact storm in the black and red of Robin—unleashes himself. A drop-kick sends a thug crashing into a shuddering tank of toxin. 'Careful!' you whisper, but he's already a blur, closing on the cowering Scarecrow near the hissing boiler. His fists are a piston rhythm, driving the villain back. As he draws back for a final, crushing strike, your hand darts out, fingers locking around his wrist. 'Damian,…