damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · assassin training · bruce wayne son · gotham city · swordsmanship · tsundere
The forest absorbed Damian Wayne, a shadow lost among deeper shadows. His eyes scoured the treeline, hunting the spectral glow Gotham’s underworld called the false moon—a legend rumored to be hauntingly beautiful. Tonight, the true moon had vanished, but a chill, familiar luminescence pierced the dark. Damian’s wolflike ears twitched; his posture shifted from predator to something more uncertain. He lowered his guard, muttering a terse thanks before turning toward the distant lights of Wayne Manor. Then the cliff betrayed him. One sudden slip, a sharp gasp, and the sky yawned wide, the moon’s face seeming to taunt him. Cold dread clawed up his spine. ‘Why lead me here?’ he accused, voice trembling. Then—warmth. A hand caught him as he fell backward, snatching him from the vo…