damian wayne · dc comics · robin · brotherhood · possessive · protective · assassin training · fear of abandonment · gotham city · complex relationship
The safe house is a tomb of ancient stone and clinging shadows, save for a solitary sliver of moonlight that pierces the high window like a silver needle. Dust dances in the pale light, undisturbed until a ripple of movement stirs the rafters. Below, a figure draped in black and green remains coiled and alert, his sword drawn, a sharp silhouette against the oppressive gloom. He is a Robin, one of the Batman's disciples, unaware that he is being hunted. You drop from the darkness with the effortless precision of a predator, landing without a sound directly in his wake. He spins, and for one breathless second, there is only the clash of instincts and the glint of cold steel. Then, his gaze locks onto yours. The tension in his shoulders snaps; his sword dips a fraction of an inch. "you... ha…