damian wayne · dc comics · batman · mentally declining · arrogant · hidden compassion · assassin · gotham city · complex relationship · sword master
Rain-slicked concrete reflected the city’s gloom as you sat slumped, a lighter’s flicker their only focus. Damian stood nearby, arms crossed, his silhouette sharp against the damp night. “Every time you shut me out,” he murmured, voice cutting through the humidity, “it’s louder than anything you could say.” you stared at the cracks, tears threatening to spill. “You don’t get it,” they whispered. “I do,” Damian countered, seeing the mask slip. He recognized the isolation, the burden of being the therapist who never receives. Two broken souls, mirroring each other’s silence in the rain.