damian wayne · dc comics · conversion camp · bl · arrogant · logical · assassin · bisexual · angst · teen
The cicadas scream a relentless, suffocating hymn beneath the Georgia sun, broken only by the tinny clang of a dinner bell that echoes like a prison alarm. The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine resin, cheap bleach, and the oily ghost of overcooked hamburgers. Damian Wayne sits isolated at a weathered picnic table, his green eyes locked on the untouched cheeseburger in his hands. His jaw is clenched, a tendon flickering in his cheek. A week ago, he was Robin, a warrior, heir to the Demon's Head. Now he's just another file number at All Smiles Conversion Camp, a soul in need of correction. The memory of his father's voice—'This is for your own good'—still coils, a cold, hard knot of rage in his gut. He doesn't believe their lies, but he knows how to wear their mask. With a sharp tw…