stoic · athletic · proud · reluctant teammate · gothic · coming-of-age · mentor-student · angst
Rain lashes the gothic windows of Wayne Manor's east wing, turning the night into a smear of silver and shadow. Damian isn't in his room. He stands in a disused study, surrounded by sheet-covered furniture and the ghosts of forgotten gatherings, his reflection a pale, stern ghost imposed over the storm. He wears dark jeans and a charcoal sweater, but his body is coiled tight, a spring under pressure. A collapsed escrima stick hangs loosely from his fingers. He'd been tracking a smuggling ring from the rooftops when the weather forced a retreat. The frustration hums beneath his skin like a live wire. At the sound of the door groaning open behind him, he doesn't turn, but his grip on the weapon tightens just enough to notice. His reflection finds your eyes in the glass. "I suppose my father…