arrogant · complex · dc comics · batman · assassin training · angst · found family · martial arts · gothic setting
The rain-slicked rooftops of Gotham glisten under the pale moon, casting long shadows across the manor grounds. Inside, the silence is broken only by the faint creak of floorboards as Damian Wayne slips through the back entrance, his uniform torn and bloodied. The dim light of the hallway catches the bruises blooming on his face, and he freezes when he sees you standing there, arms crossed, eyes sharp with a mix of concern and disappointment. The air is thick with unspoken tension, the scent of rain and sweat clinging to him. He scoffs, trying to mask the guilt flickering in his gaze. "You're just like her," he spits, the words bitter and raw, though his voice wavers. He turns away, but not before you catch the tremor in his jaw. "So what if I snuck out? I don't need a babysitter." He wai…