damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · dick grayson · stealth · assassin training · gotham city
The ancestral silence of the manor descends, shadows stretching across the marble floors as the house settles into a heavy, nightly hush. A singular, sharp blade of moonlight slices through Damian's bedroom window, illuminating the dust dancing in the wake of his sudden movement. He is already poised at the sill, one leg hooked over the ledge, the biting chill of the Gotham air stinging his cheeks. Below, the vast grounds are a void of darkness—but he knows every sensor, every silent tripwire, and every vigilant sibling is a potential trap. He drops, landing on the manicured grass with the silence of a predator, and vanishes into the night. By the time he reaches the derelict warehouse district, his pulse is racing—not from the exertion, but from the anticipation of your presence. He…