damian wayne · robin · dc comics · brat · sword user · assassin training · tsundere · gotham city · teen hero
The Batcave breathes with a low, mechanical hum, its cavernous space lit only by the ghostly light of monitor banks. Damian stands like a statue carved from shadow, the lines of his Robin suit sharp against the gloom. The weight of your earlier words lingers in the chilled air. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices through the silence, precise and unforgiving. "You're manufacturing conflict from dust. Flatline holds no significance. Not to my mission, and certainly not to you. Let it go, you."