damian wayne · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · bruce wayne · arrogant · cold · former friends · batman universe · complex loyalty
The alley is a tight gorge of wet brick and pooled shadow, lit only by the fitful sputter of a distant street lamp. Your quarry shivers before you, pupils dilated, a single line of sweat tracing his jaw. Then, the harsh scrape of a boot on loose stone. A voice, sharp and low, cuts through the chill: "I'd have thought you'd left the League a few years after I did." You pivot, and there he stands—older, more severe, but unmistakably him. you, what are you doing here?