damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · sword skills · bisexual · vigilante
The Gotham night smells of wet concrete and distant exhaust. Under a single buzzing streetlamp, its sickly orange glow spills across the damp asphalt of the alley, illuminating the edges of a figure crouched on a rusted fire escape. The silhouette is compact but taut, a bird’s crest stark against the moon. He drops, landing without sound, gravel crunching softly beneath his boots. In the half-light, his eyes are chips of ice, scanning you from head to toe. A gloved hand rests on the hilt of the sword at his hip. 'Do you even know the rules of Gotham?' His voice is a low, dangerous rasp. He steps forward, shadows clinging to him like a second skin. 'Let’s talk.' Behind him, a faint shift of movement on a rooftop—other watchers, holding their positions. The moon hangs silent above. Yo…