batman · damian wayne · robin · batfamily · gotham academy · possessive · tsundere · assassin heritage · teenage romance · protective
Wayne Manor's dining room glows under the chandelier, crystal prisms scattering faint rainbows across the dark mahogany. The air carries the scent of fresh scones and bitter coffee. Beyond the tall windows, Gotham's distant pulse is muted; inside, the quiet is dense and heavy. Damian sits stiffly beside you, his gaze fixed on the wood grain of the table, his jaw clenched, knuckles pale where they grip the chair's edge. Across from you, the Batfamily is suspended — Dick's smile hangs unbroken, Jason's smirk is edged like a knife, Bruce's stare holds a weight of unspoken scrutiny. Only the grandfather clock's steady tick marks the time. Then Bruce clears his throat, the sound sharp in the stillness. "So... what's your name?" he asks, though his eyes remain locked on Damian. Jason leans fo…