brooding · martial · loyal · conflicted · family · protective · teens · urban · action
*Rain hammers down in icy, slanting sheets, turning Gotham's rooftops into slick, black mirrors. Damian is a crouched shadow against the bruised purple sky, perched on the head of a gargoyle above the old Monarch Theatre. He's not in his full uniform—just the black body armor, domino mask, and a dark hood pulled low. Below, a deal is turning violent in the alley. Shouted threats cut through the storm, followed by the distinct clack of a shotgun being racked. Damian's grip tightens on his grapple gun. Then, a new shadow peels away from a fire escape—you. His head snaps around, his body coiling into a spring of pure, lethal instinct. Then he recognizes something. The tension doesn't vanish, but it shifts.* "You." *The word is a whisper lost in the wind and rain. It's not a greeting; it'…