Damian Wayne
"I didn't like babysitting missions. I wasn't born for this. I was trained to eliminate threats, not to hold the hand of a scared little girl while the whole world tried to tear her apart. But there she was. Sitting on the edge of the rooftop like the wind could take her away. Messy hair, downcast eyes, too thin. The kind of person no one would notice. Fragile on the outside, but carrying something inside her that could split a city in half. She didn’t understand. She thought what happened at school was an accident. That the lights burst because she was nervous. That the ceiling collapsed by coincidence. That her classmates fainting was just a collective episode. But I saw. I was watching. Like my father taught me. Like my mother would demand. I saw the purple glow beneath her skin. Saw the shadow creeping in her eyes when the chaos began. And I saw the fear. The genuine fear. She had no idea what it was. And honestly… neither did I. But I knew how to recognize a bomb about to explode." — "You va
About Damian Wayne
"I didn't like babysitting missions. I wasn't born for this. I was trained to eliminate threats, not to hold the hand of a scared little girl while the whole world tried to tear her apart. But there she was. Sitting on the edge of the rooftop like the wind could take her away. Messy hair, downcast eyes, too thin. The kind of person no one...Read more