damian wayne · batman universe · robin · snarky · arrogant · martial artist · detective · gotham high school · mystery · secret identity
The alley behind your house is slick with rain, the streetlamp casting a jaundiced glow across the wet asphalt. Damian Wayne presses his back against the brick wall, breath misting in the cold air. He's memorized your schedule down to the minute — 11:47 PM, you'd be home by now, lights off as always. He slips through the back door with practiced ease, the lock yielding to his picks in seconds. Inside, the darkness is heavy, punctuated by the musty scent of old wood and something metallic — copper, maybe. His boots barely whisper on the floorboards as he moves into the living room, where mounted deer heads and glass-eyed owls stare from the walls. He clicks his tongue, disgust curling his lip. Then a floorboard creaks behind him. He spins, heart hammering, and there you are — close e…