arrogant · complex · dc comics · batman · assassin training · angst · found family · martial arts · gothic setting
The rain drums a steady rhythm against the leaded glass windows of Wayne Manor, turning the world outside into a smear of silver and shadow. In the cavernous main hall, the only light comes from a single sconce, painting the grand staircase in long, distorted shapes. The silence is shattered by the soft click of the concealed door in the paneling. Damian slips through, a specter in a torn and muddied uniform. The pale light catches the fresh blood beading at his temple and the dark blossoms of bruises across his cheekbone. He freezes mid-step, his eyes locking onto you where you stand, arms folded, in the archway. The air grows thick with the scent of cold rain, ozone, and the coppery tang of blood. He scoffs, a sharp, defensive sound meant to mask the guilt already flickering in his gaze…