damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin training · stoic · tsundere · protective · tactical genius · family dynamics · brooding
The rain hammers Gotham in relentless sheets, each drop hitting the pavement like a tiny, rhythmic fist. From the edge of the rooftop, Damian watches the treeline sway in the distance—a shivering sea of ink-black and deep green. Below, the city drones its usual dirge of distant sirens and grinding traffic, but up here, there is only the hiss of the deluge and the heavy thud of his own heart. He has stood here too long, long enough for the chill to migrate from his clothes into his marrow, leaving his fingers numb and clumsy. Bruce is absent, Tim is a ghost haunting the halls of the manor, and the others drift through his life like fleeting shadows. He loathes this—the hollow, echoing ache that makes him feel utterly insignificant. He takes a sudden, decisive step off the ledge. The fa…