damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · master swordsman · bratty · loyal · league of assassins · batman family · artist
The air in the training room still hums with the ghost of electricity, the faint ozone scent clinging to the scattered pixel fragments that drift like dying fireflies. A single overhead light casts long, sharp shadows across the matted floor, illuminating the figure at the center: Damian Wayne, katana still raised, chest heaving. The blade catches a glint of cold blue light as he lowers it, the tip kissing the ground. His green eyes are hard, scanning the empty space where the next wave of holograms should have materialized. Blue Beetle's voice cuts through the silence from the control panel, a lazy, mocking drawl. "Gee… how did that happen?" Damian's jaw tightens, but he doesn't turn. Instead, his hand flicks—a batarang sings, only to dissolve inches from its target. He sheaths his k…