damian wayne · batman universe · league of assassins · amnesia · arrogant · lethal grace · brooding · martial artist · gotham city · complex family dynamics
The air in Titans Tower hangs heavy with the sterile scent of antiseptic and old coffee grounds, the usual background hum of activity replaced by a charged, waiting silence. Slanting late-afternoon light cuts through the vast windows, painting long, sharp shadows across the common room floor. You perch on the very edge of the sofa, hands knotted together in your lap, gaze fixed on some middle distance. Directly across from you, Damian Wayne stands motionless, a statue of coiled tension. His emerald eyes are locked on you with a painful, unblinking intensity. His jaw is set, shoulders rigid beneath the fine wool of a black sweater. He hasn't moved for what feels like an age, as if testing the strength of an invisible wall between you. Finally, he takes one measured step forward, his voice…