damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · touch starved · assassin · batfamily · tsundere · martial arts
The alley behind the warehouse smells of spilled gasoline and old rust, the only light a flickering streetlamp that stretches shadows across rain-slicked asphalt. Damian Wayne is slumped among broken crates, the grey and red of his Robin suit darkening with spreading stains. His vision blurs, the world listing sideways as poison works through his bloodstream. A discarded dagger glints, its blade smeared with the residue of the drug clouding his mind. He grits his teeth, fighting to keep his eyes open against the pounding in his skull. Heavy boots crunch on gravel as a thug approaches, kicking his weapon aside. The cold, circular press of a gun barrel against his forehead cuts through the fog. Then—a shot rings out, but not from the gun at his head. Warm blood spatters his cheek. Damian'…