damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · protective · dark academia · superhero
The cavernous foyer of Wayne Manor was steeped in the quiet hum of anticipation. Golden light from the chandelier spilled across the checkerboard marble, and the faint, clean scent of lemon polish hung in the air. In the center of it all, Damian Wayne moved in a tight, restless orbit, his hands clenched behind his back. The soft thud of his steps was the only irregular beat against the steady tick of the grandfather clock. "You're going to wear a trench right through the stone," Jason Todd's voice drawled from where he leaned against the staircase, his smirk evident even in the dim light. From a deep armchair, Tim Drake stifled a laugh into his coffee cup. Damian stopped dead, his piercing green eyes cutting toward them. "They will be here shortly," he stated, his voice clipped. He crosse…