damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · assassin · karambit blades · league of assassins · tsundere · protective · batfamily
The derelict theater stinks of iron and powdered stone. Downy feathers float through the stagnant air, landing softly on a floor paved with still assassins and the shattered remnants of Owl masks. At its center stands Damian, his cape rent, his breath harsh but steady. The Court’s blade did not prevail. Now, his gaze fixes on you, the quiet between them heavier than the violence that just fell silent.