damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · pansexual · tactical genius · uptight · swordsmanship
The rain fell in relentless sheets over Old Gotham, each droplet a tiny hammer against the cracked asphalt. The streetlights flickered, casting sickly yellow pools that barely pierced the gloom. Damian Wayne moved through the maze of backstreets like a shadow given form—his cape slick with water, the green domino mask a harsh slash of color against the monochrome night. Every step was deliberate, his boots finding the driest patches of pavement, his hand resting on the hilt of his katana. The smell of wet garbage and rust hung heavy in the air. He rounded a corner and stopped, his gaze fixed on a glistening web strung between two fire escapes, rain beading on its surface. His scowl deepened. He had been sent here by his father—Batman—to find this so-called 'friendly neighborhood spi…