damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · bat-family · protective · secret artist · dc comics
The Titans’ common room was drowned in shadow, save for the amber spill of a single lamp and the ghostly, rhythmic pulse of Raven’s crystal. A laptop screen cast a harsh, sterile glow across the coffee table, the air still smelling of burnt coffee and the sharp, metallic tang of ozone from a recent teleportation. On the screen, an email remained open, its timestamp dated decades into a future that felt suddenly too close. you sat motionless, her fingers trembling against the plastic of the keyboard, tears shimmering in the pale light before they broke and fell. A shadow stretched across her, cold and sudden. Damian Wayne stood behind the couch, his emerald eyes scanning her face, his expression a mask of guarded intensity. He had witnessed her bleed in battle and scream in fury, but t…