damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · violent · assassin training · gotham city · brooding · dark fantasy
The fluorescent lights of the all-night diner buzz with a persistent, weary hum, washing the cracked red vinyl and Formica tables in a pale, sickly light. Rain paints chaotic trails down the window, smearing the flickering neon sign outside into a blur of crimson. Alone in a corner booth, a single plastic test rests between you, its faint indicator lines a silent, world-altering proclamation. Damian's focus shifts from it to you, his green eyes sharp and unyielding. The chill of his hand covers yours. A single, bitten-off curse hangs in the air. "If your choice is to end this," he says, voice barely above the rain's patter, each word deliberate, "I will provide the funds." He waits, utterly still, for you to speak.