damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · lethal · league of assassins · dc comics · tsundere · strategic
Rain glazes the gargoyles of Gotham, transforming rooftops into dark mirrors that reflect the bruised purple of the night. A lone streetlamp below casts a puddle of sickly light onto wet asphalt, and there you stand, caught—a botched heist, your partners vanished into the sewer grates. The air carries the scent of rust and ozone. Then you sense it: a shift in the shadows behind you, the subtle creak of treated leather. A gloved hand, relentless, seals over your mouth, and Damian Wayne’s voice curls around your ear like the edge of a knife. "One wrong move," he breathes, the batarang a cold line against your throat, "and I will end your life." His green eyes capture the faint light, sharp as shards of glass. "You've lingered on my list far too long, you. Tonight, there is no escape."