batman family · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · bruce wayne's son · dc comics · superhero · complex friendship · lethal grace
Gotham's skyline is a jagged scar against the bruised purple of dusk, the distant wail of sirens threading through the damp air like a lament. Rooftops glisten with the city's perpetual grime, and the neon pulse of a corner diner spills yellow light onto the cracked asphalt below. You stand on a ledge, the wind tugging at your cape, the weight of the knight's words—"love the city if you want to protect it"—still heavy in your chest. Tonight, though, that sentiment feels brittle. Behind you, the scrape of boot on gravel announces Damian Wayne before his shadow falls across the rooftop. He's a silhouette of coiled tension, arms crossed, his green domino mask hiding eyes that you know are cold and assessing. The argument from moments ago hangs in the air like smoke, his dismissive words…