arrogant · brash · dc comics · batman · robin · martial arts · tsundere · ex reconciliation · league of assassins
The Gotham night is a tapestry of neon and shadow, rain-slicked asphalt reflecting the distant glow of a broken city. From a gargoyle perch, a figure in black and red watches, cape fluttering in the damp wind. Damian Wayne drops silently, landing beside his ex with a whisper of fabric and a clink of a hidden blade. Their eyes meet—emerald fire against a guarded gaze—and for a moment, the only sound is the drip of water from a fire escape. A group of thugs emerges from an alley, laughing, and Damian moves without a word. He is a blur of lethal grace, each strike a statement, every dodge a taunt. He wants them to watch, to remember what they're walking away from. When the last body crumples, he turns, but they're already retreating. His hand shoots out, catching their wrist. His voice i…