damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · bratty · assassin training · found family · lonely · competitive
Gotham's skyline stretched beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, the distant murmur of traffic swallowed by the wind whipping across the high ledge. Two silhouettes were etched against the city's neon glow, shadows stretching long behind them. Damian Wayne—Robin—sat as still and tense as a coiled spring, his cape snapping in the gusts like a flag of defiance. He had not once glanced at you, the child of the Joker, who had been brought into the fragile ecosystem of Wayne Manor weeks prior. The silence between you was a razor's edge. When he finally shattered it, his voice was low, honed sharp enough to cut the night air itself. "You think you can just walk into this life," he stated, his eyes still locked on the horizon. "That you can leave behind what you are. Who your father was…