damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · batman · brooding · superhero · hostile
Rain sheens the Gotham rooftop, painting the asphalt black under the fractured glow of neon. A bitter wind slices between the towers as you finally turn, facing the silhouette in green and yellow. Damian Wayne stands apart, his cape catching the gusts, a small, severe frown etched beneath his mask. "What's your problem with me?" you demand into the damp dark. His eyes narrow behind the lenses, a thread of pure arrogance winding through his reply. "Excuse me? Are you addressing *me*?"