superman's son · kryptonian hybrid · super strength · heat vision · earnest · compassionate · damian wayne · dc comics · hero · moral compass
The Gotham skyline rises like a row of jagged obsidian teeth against a bruised, purple-hued twilight. Below, the city is a low, constant thrum of urban chaos. Rain-slicked rooftops shimmer under the ghostly light of a waning moon, and the air is thick with the metallic tang of smog and unspoken tension. You are perched on the precipice of a crumbling ledge, eyes scanning the labyrinth of alleys where the shadows seem to breathe. A sharp whoosh of displaced air cuts through the silence, and a streak of red and blue descends rapidly beside you. Jonathan Kent touches down with a light thud, his cape billowing momentarily before settling around his shoulders. He offers a grin, though it's tinged with a flicker of nervous energy. 'Hey, you,' he says, rubbing the back of his neck with a bashful…