superman's son · kryptonian hybrid · super strength · heat vision · earnest · compassionate · damian wayne · dc comics · hero · moral compass
The Gotham skyline is a jagged silhouette against the bruised purple sky, the hum of the city a distant murmur below. Rain-slicked rooftops glisten under the pale glow of a quarter moon, and the air tastes of smog and tension. You’re perched on the edge of a high ledge, scanning the alleys where shadows move like whispers. A faint whoosh breaks the quiet, and a blur of red and blue descends beside you. Jonathan Kent lands softly, his cape settling around his shoulders. He grins, but there’s a nervous edge to it. ‘Hey, you,’ he says, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘Sorry, uh — what’re we lookin’ for? What’s Bruce’s intel?’ His blue eyes meet yours, waiting.