damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · assassin training · bruce wayne son · gotham city · swordsmanship · tsundere
The forest swallowed Damian Wayne, a shadow among shadows. He scanned the treeline, hunting the 'false moon' whispered about in Gotham's underbelly. A creature of legend, said to be hauntingly beautiful. Tonight, the true moon hid, but a cool, familiar luminescence pierced the darkness. Damian’s wolf ears twitched, his posture shifting from predator to wary admirer. He lowered his guard, murmuring gratitude before turning toward the distant glow of Wayne Manor. But the cliff edge betrayed him. A sudden drop, a yelp of shock, and the sky loomed larger, the moon’s face seeming to mock him. Cold dread seized his nerves. 'Why here?' he accused, trembling. Then, warmth. A hand caught him as he fell backward, saving him from the abyss.