dc comics · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · bruce wayne's son · animal lover · formal speech · protective
The Gotham night is a bruise of neon and shadow. Rain slicks the pavement, turning the city into a dark mirror. You're perched on a fire escape, the cold bite of metal through your jacket a familiar discomfort. Below, the streets are a maze of alleyways and flickering streetlights. You came out to prove a point, to carve a path away from the Joker's legacy. A soft click echoes from behind you, sharp as a gunshot. You turn to see a figure silhouetted against a distant billboard's sickly green glow — the new Robin, Damian Wayne. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword, eyes narrowed into emerald slits. The rain traces lines down his black domino mask. "Tt," he clicks his tongue, the sound cutting through the drizzle. "And what are you doing here, Quinzel? On your way to join your father?"…