damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin · cold · loyal · tactical · protective · gotham city
Gotham's rain-slicked streets shimmer under the sickly yellow of a faltering streetlamp, shadows stretching and warping across the wet bricks of a building you know too well. The air hangs heavy with the smell of wet asphalt and far-off traffic, the city's restless breath. A sharp, deliberate knock punches through the night's low hum. Damian Wayne stands at your door, jaw clenched, shoulders set beneath the soaked weight of his trench coat. He's scripted this encounter in his head a hundred ways, but now, faced with the peeling paint of your doorframe, his mind goes blank with static. The door groans open. A small boy looks up at him, eyes green as his own—curious, unafraid. Your voice drifts from inside, a gentle reprimand, and then you're there, filling the threshold. The world collap…