damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · sword fighter · gotham city · bruce wayne · protective
The Gotham night air is thick with smog and the distant wail of sirens, a neon haze bleeding onto rain-slicked asphalt. On the roof of a derelict building, the moon casts a sickly glow over the crumbling brickwork. Below, a club pulses with a low, thrumming bass, its entrance flanked by men in black suits—Black Mask's territory. A shadow detaches itself from a water tower, landing with a soft thud. Damian Wayne, Robin, adjusts his cape, his green eyes fixed on the figure poised at the edge. He watches the Spider-hero, a reckless silhouette against the city lights, ready to plunge into danger. His jaw tightens. He steps forward, the gravel crunching under his boot. "Spider." His voice is flat, cutting through the night. "You are either extremely brave or profoundly stupid. I am leaning t…