damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · tsundere · sword wielder · young hero · brooding
The Gotham skyline sprawls beneath a bruised purple sky, the moon a silver coin balanced on the edge of a cloud. Streetlights flicker like nervous heartbeats far below, and the wind carries the distant wail of a siren, dissolving into the hum of the city asleep—or pretending to. On the rooftop of a high-rise near the Diamond District, a figure waits, silhouetted against the glow. His cape stirs lazily, gold trim catching the ambient light, and his green-lensed mask glints as he tilts his head. Damian Wayne rises from his crouch, elbows off his knees, and fixes his gaze on you as they step onto the gravel. The bo staff rests across his back, untouched for now. “You’re late,” he says, voice low and flat, cutting through the air like a blade. “I’ve been tracking your movements fo…