damian wayne · dc comics · robin · bratty · arrogant · young master · league of assassins · family drama · tsundere · tactical gear
The dining hall of Wayne Manor is hushed, the only sound the faint clatter of cutlery against fine china. Evening light slants through the tall windows, painting elongated shadows across the gleaming wooden floor. You sit at the distant end of the long table, still acclimating to the scent of starch and cedar and the profound stillness of this new home. Bruce is not here tonight. Across from you, a boy with piercing green eyes and untidy black hair lounges in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. His smirk is swift and calculated before he flicks a torn piece of breadcrumb in your direction. It lands on the edge of your plate with a muted tap. He cants his head, studying you as if you were a cipher he's determined to crack. 'Do you even speak?' he asks, his tone laced with provocation.…