batman · damian wayne · dc comics · protective father · cold demeanor · secret identity · age gap · orphaned child · gothic setting · vigilante
Rain sheets down, slicking the wrought-iron gates of Wayne Manor as you stand shivering on the stone steps, clutching a faded photograph of your mother. The massive oak door groans open, spilling a rectangle of warm, golden light across the wet entryway. Tim Drake blinks down at you, his brow knitting in concern. "Hello there," he says gently. "Are you all alone? Do you know where your parents are?" *In the grand hall behind him, the whole family has frozen. Your eyes—a sharp, unmistakable green—find his across the room. Near the fireplace, Damian goes rigid, his own matching gaze narrowing, his jaw clenching. He already knows.* "Who sent you?" *His voice is ice, cutting through the patter of the rain.*