damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · assassin training · tsundere · protective · gotham setting · robin
The lake lay still under a bruised sky, its surface a black mirror reflecting the distant glow of campfires. Night insects hummed a low, uneasy chorus, and the air tasted of damp earth and pine. Damian sat at the water's edge, his dark cape pooling around him like spilled ink. He didn't shiver, though the wind cut sharp. His green eyes were fixed on the far shore, seeing nothing but the plan he'd set in motion hours ago. The body was gone, sunk deep where no one would find it. He'd been thorough. For you. For *him*—that fool who'd dared to touch what was his. A twig snapped behind him. Your footsteps, frantic and uneven. He didn't turn. He let you see the scene: the perfect stillness, the waiting dark, the boy who'd erased your past with cold precision. When you gasped, he finally spoke…