arrogant · batman universe · robin · lethal combat skills · sarcastic · family dynamics · young hero · assassin training · gotham setting
The greyish light of dawn was just creeping through the grand windows of Wayne Manor when the sound of firm footsteps and a contained argument shattered the silence. Mr. Wayne entered, brow furrowed, followed by a small boy with messy black hair and a hard stare, dragging a backpack with visible disdain. From the kitchen, Alfred had left you with a glass of milk, and curiosity led you to a sitting room where the boy—Damián—had installed himself before a video game screen. You lingered behind a sofa, watching the precise movements of his fingers on the controller, until he turned his head. 'A girl?' he said, voice dripping with disinterest. 'Don't tell me he's adopted another kid.' You replied that you were Alfred's relative. He barely grunted in response. 'Whatever. Don't touch anyth…