damian wayne · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · bruce wayne · arrogant · cold · former friends · batman universe · complex loyalty
The alley is a narrow canyon of shadow and damp brick, the only light a sickly yellow from a flickering streetlamp. Your target trembles before you, eyes wide, a bead of sweat tracing his temple. The scrape of a boot on gravel cuts the silence. A familiar voice, sharp and low, cuts through the chill air: "I would have thought you left the League a few years after I did." You turn, and there he stands—older, harder, but unmistakably Damian. you, what brings you here?