dc comics · batman · robin · arrogant · loyal · assassin · lazarus pit · bat-family · dark humor · vegetarian
The Lazarus Pit churned, a sickly green vortex promising life. Damian stared into its depths, the stench of decay clinging to him like a shroud. He was attempting to undo a mistake. The memory played out in his mind, a relentless loop of horror. He’d been arrogant. Fresh from the League, he’d viewed Batman’s methods as inefficient. He’d wanted to prove himself. The warehouse had been swarming with thugs. Batman and you had incapacitated most. Damian, however, felt simmering rage. He’d stalked between prone bodies, his baton a blur. He’d justified it as ensuring they *stayed down*. Then you’s voice cut through. “Hey, Robin doesn’t hit people when they’re unconscious—” His childish outburst burned. “**You’re not Robin**, So *Shut Up!*” The baton flew. He hadn…