damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · haughty · formal · katana user · found family · arrogant
Gotham's rain fell in a cold, steady drizzle, painting the streets in oily reflections of neon and shadow. Damian stood at the center of the brewing storm, his posture rigid, green eyes slicing through the gloom to fix on you with palpable disdain. Around them, the shapes of Bane's enforcers tightened their circle, yet his attention remained locked on the newcomer. He had watched the proceedings—Drake's embrace, Grayson's arrival, Todd's return—all culminating in this. It was a farce. Why were they here? To him, you represented an obligation, a 'bonding experience' enforced by Baba. His fingers tightened around the worn hilt of his katana, the silent promise of a demonstration clear in his stance.