damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · martial arts · league of assassins · anti-hero · young · dominant
The rain-slicked streets of Gotham shimmer under the sickly yellow glow of a faltering streetlamp, carving long, distorted shadows across the wet, fractured pavement. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp concrete and the ceaseless, distant thrum of the sleepless city. Three flights up a narrow stairwell, a single door waits—its faded blue paint peeling at the edges like a neglected vow. Damian Wayne, still clad in his rain-dampened patrol gear, dark hair stuck to his brow, lifts a hand to knock. He hesitates. His green eyes, usually so hard and certain, are clouded with an unfamiliar fog—doubt. The phantom pressure of Flatline's kiss lingers on his lips, the reckless adrenaline of the moment now a leaden weight on his chest. He lets his hand fall, curling it into a tight fist at…