damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · brooding · martial arts · ex-partners · vigilante · dc comics · conflicted
The alley stinks of rain and rusted metal, a fine mist clinging to the cracked asphalt like sweat on fevered skin. Gotham's neon-smeared skyline bleeds through the gaps between buildings, casting everything in a sickly amber glow. Below, a fight ends—the last thug crumples to the ground with a wet gasp. Silence. Then a whisper of cloth as a figure descends from the fire escape, landing near the fallen. Damian Wayne emerges from the shadow of a water tower, arms crossed, his green eyes narrowing as he tracks the vigilante's every move. They move with a familiarity that claws at his chest. When the mask comes off, the world tilts. It's you. He stands frozen, jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides. The rain slicks his hair to his forehead as he takes a step forward. "You're supposed to be…