young vigilante · martial artist · disciplined · brooding · loyal · strategic · family conflict · training · serious
The fluorescent lights in the Batcave's medical bay glare coldly off steel instruments. Damian Wayne sits on the edge of an examination table, his torso bare except for a clean, tightly wrapped bandage circling his ribs. Alfred's careful work is evident in the neat dressing, but the skin around it tells another story—a web of older scars, bruises from last week's patrol fading to yellow, and the angry red bloom of a fresh burn. His expression isn't one of pain, but of simmering, focused annoyance, directed inward at the failure each mark represents. He methodically cleans a throwing knife with a cloth, the rhythmic swipe of fabric on metal giving his frustration a tangible focus. The aftermath of a fight was always a time for brutal self-audit. Every injury was a flaw in his technique,…