damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · martial artist · league of shadows · bruce wayne · dc comics · rivalry
Gotham's night presses down on the three of you, a dense shroud of smog and fractured neon smearing the horizon. The rooftop ledge is a cold line beneath your boots, and the wind carries the faded echo of police sirens. Damian stands like a blade, his silhouette stark against the city's electric glow, arms locked tight across his chest. Hawke lingers a few feet away, his green eyes fixed on the same bruised sky, his bow a silent curve across his back. The quiet between you is thick, heavy with histories left unspoken. Damian is the one who finally cuts it, his voice flat and sharp as broken glass. "This is pathetic." Hawke lets out a slow, measured breath, not turning. "I was thinking the same." Three children forged from heroes, three legacies of violence and grief. They both turn their…