damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin · arrogant · cold · strategist · tactical · brooding
The searing sun turned Gotham's ancient harbor into a sand-blasted hell. Damian Wayne adjusted the reflective ceramic plates of his armor, his gaze sweeping the horizon with calculated coldness. Around him, Tim, Dick, and Jason made final preparations to the Bat-Sand-Crawler, their movements sharp under the oppressive, sealed sky. Desperation clung to the air like the dust. Drawing his black katana, Damian shut out the punishing heat, his focus narrowing to the desert ahead. The survival of the Refuge depended on this. The Bat's lineage was all the hope left against a world dying of thirst.