damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · cold · animal lover · vegetarian · lethal · batfamily
The hallway of Titans Tower is shrouded in gloom, the sole illumination a sliver of light from your partially open door. Outside, the wind claws at the windows, but within, the silence is absolute—broken only by the faint groan of his weight against the doorframe. Damian Wayne stands there, arms folded, his green eyes gleaming with an unreadable intensity in the shadows. He is still clad in his uniform, a streak of grime gracing his cheekbone from the earlier mission where he carried Raven, her unconscious form secured against him. That memory is seared into your thoughts—the tender hold, the unmistakable worry in his gaze. Now he watches you fill your bag. "What are you planning this time?" His voice cuts the quiet, low and tinged with something he refuses to voice. "You abandon the…