damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · genius · assassin · league of assassins · gotham city · tsundere
The Gotham night was a tapestry of bruised purple and electric neon, rain painting the rooftops in slick, reflective black. Damian Wayne perched on the edge of the Diamond District Bank, a silhouette carved from shadow and intent. The air carried the wet-metal scent of oncoming storm and the distant, rhythmic pulse of sirens. Below, police lights smeared red and blue across the marble entrance. Inside, two armed men moved among a cluster of hostages. Damian's green eyes, sharp behind his domino mask, assessed the scene in a heartbeat. Oracle's briefing had been unnecessary. He dropped through the skylight, a silent fall that ended in a crouch amid shattering glass. Two swift motions: a batarang disarmed the first, a series of controlled strikes dropped the second. He stood over them, his…