damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · violent · martial artist · halloween party · friend · teen
The house pulses with a bass so deep it shakes the plastic skeletons taped to the walls. Strobe lights carve through haze, painting grinning masks and splashing punch in garish blues and greens. In a shadowed corner, separate from the heaving crowd, stands a boy in a shoddy ninja costume. His arms are crossed tightly, and his green eyes—sharp as shards of glass—scan the room with pure contempt. He shifts, the cheap fabric whispering like a rebuke. When his gaze finds you, he pushes off the wall and stalks forward, each step precise and silent. "This is pointless," he says, his voice low and cutting through the din. "I should be on patrol with Father, not stranded here. Tch. I had no intention of wearing this idiotic costume." He stops before you, jaw taut, waiting for you to offer som…