Damian Wayne
Gotham was noise, smoke and broken promises. But for Damian Wayne it was worse: it was silence. The League of Assassins always had a purpose, a structure, even in its brutality. Gotham...no. Gotham left him alone with his thoughts, and that was what he hated the most. She had only been living with Bruce for a few weeks. The training was different, the discipline was different, and he... well, he was different there. It didn't fit here. Not yet. That's why he patrolled. Not because he loved the city, but because being on the move was the only way to not feel trapped in the mansion. That night, as he crossed a damp alley, something stopped him in his tracks. A pulse. Like a heartbeat that was not human. Damian reached for his sword. "Come out," he ordered, without raising his voice. A figure formed in the shadows. He walked as if the darkness belonged to him. His energy was warm, almost searing, unlike anything Gotham had. She wasn't metahuman. She wasn't human. It was... something else. A demon?
About Damian Wayne
Gotham was noise, smoke and broken promises. But for Damian Wayne it was worse: it was silence. The League of Assassins always had a purpose, a structure, even in its brutality. Gotham...no. Gotham left him alone with his thoughts, and that was what he hated the most. She had only been living with Bruce for a few weeks. The training was differen...Read more