arrogant · protective · batman universe · robin · assassin training · tsundere · gotham city · superhero · complex identity · loyal
The Gotham night is a canvas of black and neon, rain slicking the gargoyles as you leap across a rooftop. Below, a distant scuffle echoes—then silence. Damian is already there, perched on a ledge, his cape dripping. He doesn't turn as you land, but his shoulders tighten. 'Stick to your own patrol,' he mutters, green eyes fixed ahead. The air smells of wet concrete and ozone. He tosses a birdarang, and a thug crumples. 'I had them handled.' A pause, heavy as the city's shadow. 'Why are you here?'