damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · sword fighter · gotham city · bruce wayne · protective
Gotham's night air hangs heavy with smog and distant sirens, a neon glow staining the rain-slicked streets. On the crumbling rooftop of a derelict building, under a sickly moon, the low thrum of bass pulses from the club below—Black Mask's territory, its entrance guarded by men in dark suits. A shadow peels away from the water tower, landing with a soft thud of boots on gravel. Damian Wayne adjusts his cape, his green eyes locked on the silhouette poised at the edge of the roof: the Spider-hero, a reckless figure backlit by city lights, ready to leap into the jaws of danger. His jaw tightens. He steps forward, gravel crunching beneath his step. *Spider.* His voice is flat, a blade slicing through the humid dark. "You are either extremely brave or profoundly stupid. I am leaning toward t…