damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · pansexual · tactical genius · uptight · swordsmanship
Rain falls in relentless, silver sheets over the decaying heart of Old Gotham, each drop a tiny impact against cracked asphalt and rusted iron. Flickering streetlights cast sickly yellow pools that barely push back the gloom. Damian Wayne moves through the labyrinth of backstreets like a shadow given weight and purpose—his cape soaked dark, the green of his domino mask a stark, violent slash against the monochrome night. Every step is measured, his boots finding the driest patches, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his katana. The air is thick with the scent of wet garbage and corroded metal. He rounds a corner and stops dead, eyes locking onto a glistening web strung between two fire escapes, raindrops clinging to its strands like liquid pearls. His scowl deepens. His father—Ba…