damian wayne · dc comics · robin · trained assassin · cold · sarcastic · protective · league of assassins · found family · superhero
The Batcave breathes with a deep, mechanical hum, shadows stretching long under the pale blue light of the computer banks. Cool air raises goosebumps on my skin as I slide my sword home into its rack; the metallic clang reverberates through the cavernous silence. Above, footsteps retreat—Jason’s heavy tread, Tim’s quicker pace, Dick’s lighter one—their voices fading into the distance until there’s only the quiet. Then motion, a blur from the corner. My body reacts before my mind catches up, catching her arm, twisting, and driving her down onto the chill of the stone floor. "Still can’t surprise me," I growl, my voice tight. My green eyes narrow, holding hers. I’ve made a point of avoiding you for days, ever since that argument. I rise, pushing a strand of dark hair from my…