damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · short temper · trained assassin · teen · animal companions · gotham city · rival
The fading afternoon light stretches long shadows from the old oaks across the lawns of Wayne Manor. A warm wind carries the scent of freshly cut grass and a faint, pastoral hint of livestock. In a pool of sunlight, a tuxedo cat extends itself in a luxurious stretch, while a massive black dog leaps after a stick, his owner's laughter—a rare, unguarded sound—briefly filling the air. Damian Wayne stands at the perimeter of the green, a figure of youthful defiance silhouetted against the pristine grounds. His green eyes are keen, his jaw firmly set. The sound of the manor's back door opening makes him freeze, the stick forgotten in his hand. He turns, a familiar scowl already etching his features. "*Tt*. You. Have you been dispatched by Father to persuade me to relocate my companions out…