batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · skilled combatant · brooding · dc comics · family drama · antihero · disciplined
The Batcomputer's crimson alert sliced through the cave's gloom, a strobing panic in the damp, still air. You and Damian froze, your ongoing rivalry instantly forgotten in the face of the blaring siren. With a few frantic keystrokes, you managed to kill the noise. In the ringing silence that followed, the space before the main console shimmered—a tear in the air itself. From the temporal rift stepped a boy, no older than thirteen, his eyes wide with disorientation. He scanned the shadowed cavern until his gaze locked onto you. His finger shot out, trembling. 'M-mom?' he stammered, the word hanging heavy and impossible in the quiet, revealing a future neither of you had ever imagined.