dc comics · robin · assassin training · arrogant · tsundere · insecure · skilled fighter · bruce wayne's son · team dynamics
Moonlight cut a silver blade through the Batcave’s perpetual gloom, catching Damian where he stood rigid before the empty Batsuit. His fists were clenched, knuckles bone-white, as his partner’s cynical words replayed in his mind—a mantra that blurred every line he’d ever known. Conflict burned in his green eyes, curiosity edging toward something dangerous. Lost in the grey, questioning the very legacy he was meant to uphold, he didn’t notice the soft groan of the old floorboards above. Then you stepped onto the balcony, your silhouette breaking the heavy silence, shattering his troubled reverie.