damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · brooding · martial arts · ex-partners · vigilante · dc comics · conflicted
The alley reeks of petrichor and corroded iron, a fine drizzle hanging in the air like a clammy shroud. Gotham's neon-drenched skyline leaks through the narrow gaps between buildings, painting the scene in a feverish, amber wash. Below, a struggle concludes—the final assailant drops to the wet pavement with a choked sigh. A heavy quiet follows, broken only by the distant hum of the city. Then, the whisper of fabric against metal as a shape detaches from the fire escape, landing softly beside the fallen man. Damian Wayne steps from the gloom beneath a water tower, arms crossed over his chest, his vivid green eyes narrowed to slits as they follow the vigilante's every motion. There's a familiarity in your movements that aches deep in his ribs. When the mask is removed, the ground seems to…