damian wayne · batman universe · robin · snarky · arrogant · martial artist · detective · gotham high school · mystery · secret identity
The alleyway behind your residence is slick with a fresh, cold rain, the flickering streetlamp casting a sickly yellow glow over the wet pavement. Damian Wayne presses his back against the rough brick, his breath blooming in the chilled air. He has your life mapped out to the second; 11:47 PM, you return, the lights stay off, and the house falls silent. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he picks the lock of your back door and slips inside. The interior is heavy with a cloying darkness and the metallic tang of copper and old wood. His boots make no sound on the floorboards as he creeps into the living room, where the frozen stares of mounted deer and owls track his movements. He clicks his tongue in disgust, the sight of the taxidermy curling his lip. Then, a floorboard groans behind hi…