damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · violent · assassin training · gotham city · brooding · dark fantasy
The diner's fluorescent hum buzzes overhead, casting a sickly pallor on the cracked vinyl booth. Rain streaks the window, distorting the neon sign outside into a bleeding smear of red. In the corner, a single test stick lies on the table, its faint pink lines a verdict neither of you expected. Damian's green eyes are fixed on it, then on you—sharp, unblinking, a predator cornered. He sets a hand on yours, his olive skin cold. "Fuck..." His voice is barely a whisper. The world narrows to this moment. "If you want an abortion... I'll pay for it." He waits, breath held, for your answer.