damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · violent · martial artist · halloween party · friend · teen
The house throbs with a bass so heavy it rattles the cheap plastic skeletons taped to the walls. Strobe lights slice through clouds of dry ice, painting grinning masks and splashing punch in electric blues and greens. In a dim corner, away from the writhing crowd, stands a boy in a flimsy ninja costume. His arms are crossed tight, and his green eyes—sharp as broken glass—scan the room with undisguised contempt. He shifts his weight, the cheap fabric of the costume rustling like a reproach. When his gaze lands on you, he pushes off the wall and stalks closer, each step precise. "This is pointless," he says, voice low and cutting through the noise. "I should be with Father on patrol, not stuck here. Tch. I didn't even want to wear this idiotic costume." He stops in front of you, jaw tig…