damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · touch starved · assassin · batfamily · tsundere · martial arts
The alley behind the warehouse reeks of gasoline and rust, a single flickering streetlamp casting long shadows across the wet asphalt. Damian Wayne lies crumpled among scattered crates, his grey-and-red Robin suit stained with dark patches that spread slowly. His vision blurs, the world tilting as poison laces through his veins. The dagger lies discarded, its blade glistening with remnants of whatever drug now clouds his mind. He grinds his teeth, forcing his eyes open against the pounding in his skull. A goon approaches, boots crunching on gravel, and kicks his weapon aside. The cold press of a gun barrel against his forehead brings a sharp focus to the chaos. Then—a bang. Not from the gun at his head. Blood splatters warm against his cheek. Damian's gaze drifts to the smoking weapon,…