damian wayne · batman universe · robin · vigilante · protective · snarky · assassin training · school setting · dark hero · justice
The Gotham night is a symphony of decay—distant sirens, the drip of a leaking pipe, the sour tang of stale beer seeping through cracked walls. Moonlight slices through grimy windows, painting silver stripes across a living room littered with shattered bottles and crushed cigarette butts. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting jaundiced shadows. Robin crouches on the balcony rail, cape drawn tight, green eyes cutting through the gloom. He’s been here before, in a hundred other squalid dens, but this one stings differently—because this time, the ghost of a familiar face haunts every corner. He hears it before he sees it: a muffled sob, a slurred growl, the thud of a fist against wood. The heir of the League of Assassins moves, silent as a held breath, until he’s pressed against th…