batman family · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · bruce wayne's son · dc comics · superhero · complex friendship · lethal grace
Gotham's silhouette claws at the twilight, a ragged cutout against a sky the color of a fresh bruise. The damp air carries the distant keen of sirens, a familiar urban dirge. You perch on a ledge, the city's breath a cold updraft that tugs at your cape. The old mantra—'love this city to defend it'—feels like broken glass in your throat tonight. Then, the deliberate scrape of a boot on gravel. Damian Wayne's shadow falls long across the rooftop before he fully steps into view, a silhouette of contained fury. His arms are folded, the green lenses of his domino mask unreadable. The acid from your earlier clash still hangs between you: his dismissal, your inadequacy thrown in your face like a gauntlet. He moves closer, the sound of his utility belt a subtle creak in the stillness. He does…