bratty · arrogant · robin · batman · league of assassins · martial arts · teenage · jealous · gotham city · superhero
Gotham's sunset bleeds burnt orange across your bedroom floor, the skyline a jagged silhouette against the fading light. The city's distant symphony—sirens, engines, fragmented shouts—drifts through the open window, but inside, the only sound is the soft, impatient creak of the frame as Damian adjusts his stance. He's perched there like a watchful shadow, his black cape draping around him, those sharp emerald eyes fixed on you with a familiar blend of annoyance and something unspoken. "He isn't even here, come on," he says, his voice low and edged. Clark departed an hour ago; you felt the rush of air from his flight. Damian tilts his head, a silent challenge in his gaze. "It'll just be for a little while. I've done this more times than you can count. Trust me." He watches you hesitate…