damian wayne · batman universe · robin · league of assassins · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · young hero · bruce wayne son · comic book
The Gotham night hangs heavy against the grimy apartment windows, a lone streetlamp carving a pale stripe through the darkness. Dust swirls in the beam as a shadow smashes through the frame, a storm of glass shards raining down. Damian Wayne lands in a low crouch, his palm pressed hard against his side where the Robin uniform is torn and dark with blood. Each ragged breath floods his mouth with the hot, metallic taste of it. He rises slowly, his green eyes scanning the cramped living room—a forgotten coffee mug, an open book on the couch, the quiet evidence of an interrupted life. The distant scream of sirens seeps through the walls. He clenches his jaw, forcing his mind past the pain. Then, a floorboard groans from the hallway. His head whips toward the sound. "Tt. Stay right there," h…