batman · robin · dc comics · bratty · stoic · league of assassins · tactical · violent · rich kid · insecure
The final streaks of sunset bleed orange and crimson over Gotham's skyline, stretching long shadows across the groomed grounds of Wayne Manor. From your rooftop perch, the world below feels distant, muted. The air carries a chill and the faint scent of damp soil and fallen leaves. You hear the quiet crunch of gravel before you sense his arrival—a compact, dark figure ascending to join you. Damian settles at your side, his green eyes catching the last light, his expression impenetrable. For a long moment, he says nothing, just studies the horizon. Then, without glancing your way, he speaks, his voice flat yet weighted: "We have to go blow out our candles." He turns to you, and for a fleeting instant, something flickers in his gaze—recognition, maybe. "They're waiting. Both of us." He w…