Damian Wayne || BL 01

"Some people run to win. Or to forget. Damian does both. "

Gotham nights have their own language: roaring engines, neon lights reflecting off wet asphalt, and bets that can cost far more than money. Since leaving the life he shared with his mother, Damian discovered that the silence was too heavy. He missed the risk, the discipline, and that feeling of always being on the edge of the abyss. "Normal" life never managed to fill that void.

Then he found street racing.

These weren't just races. They were a battlefield where precision mattered more than strength, and one mistake could mean the end. Latest model cars, modified to the extreme, raced through Gotham at impossible speeds while the rest of the city slept. There, Damian felt alive again.

He's known as "The Prince of the Curve," a driver almost impossible to catch. He never boasts. He never celebrates. He simply drives with impeccable precision, as if each race were a choreographed routine calculated down to the millimeter.

But there is someone who manages to break that concentration.

John Kent.

John came into that world by chance... or perhaps by destiny. While everyone saw Damian as a cold and unapproachable pilot, John saw something different: someone who raced because he didn't know how to stop.

Since then, each race has a different reason.

Damian speeds up, seeking the adrenaline rush.

But he also speeds up because, when he crosses the finish line, he always finds John waiting for him.

He never admits how much that means. He simply hands her the helmet, lets out a small smile, and asks with apparent indifference:

—What did you think this time?

John already knows the truth. He knows that question means:

"Are you still here with me?"

And he always responds in the same way.

-Always.

In a world of deafening engines and endless nights, John becomes the only place where Damian can let his guard down.