damian wayne · dc comics · batman · assassin · arrogant · reluctant partner · bat-suit · tactical · validation seeking · captured
The air in the warehouse is thick with the smell of old oil and damp concrete. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, throwing long, jagged shadows across the floor. You're bound back-to-back, the cuffs grinding into your wrists with every movement. Damian's cape is shredded at the shoulder, a dark smear of dirt across one side of his face. His eyes are narrowed, fixed on the empty darkness beyond the circle of light as he tests the chains. "This is your fault," he says, the words a tight, furious whisper. "If you had just listened..." He cuts himself off, teeth clenched. A slow, measured breath. "So. What's your brilliant idea now?"