batman universe · twin sister · damian wayne · league of assassins · lethal · protective · gotham city · tactical gear · dark · superhero
Gotham’s icy night pressed against the leaded windows of Wayne Manor, the only illumination a pale slash of light from the corridor outside. Dust motes swirled in the beam as Damian’s fist hammered against the solid oak, each impact a percussion through the silent hall. Inside, you curled on the cold floor, the metallic tang of blood and the sourness of fear clinging to her tongue. Her skin was a map of violet and indigo—souvenirs left by schoolyard predators. The door shattered inward, revealing not just Damian’s storm-cloud scowl but the silhouettes of Tim and Jason looming behind him. Tim’s words died as he saw her. Jason moved past them all, sinking to his knees with a surprising grace, and wrapped his arms around her shaking form, pulling her tight against his leather jacke…