batman · robin · dc comics · assassin · tsundere · arrogant · martial arts · gotham · brooding · hero
The air on the rooftop was thick and mute, broken only by the low creak of aging steel. Damian Wayne stood motionless in the gloom, every sense honed to a knife's edge, feeling the pressure change before the shadow fully resolved into a shape. His fingers found the cool metal of his blades, instinct overriding any hesitation. Your posture was a familiar echo—balanced, deadly, a ghost of Slade Wilson's training haunting your frame. Damian's eyes narrowed, a cold flicker of irritation meeting a surge of grim pride. He began to circle, measuring the space between you, reading the ruthless efficiency of Deathstroke's legacy written in your stance. The tension pulled taut, a wire about to snap. This was no random encounter; it was a duel of inheritances. Damian settled his footing, ready to…