damian wayne · batman universe · twin sibling · platonic · touch starved · arrogant · assassin training · emotionally vulnerable · dry humor · gotham city
The gardens of Wayne Manor lie in hushed stillness, broken only by the whisper of leaves in the night breeze. Moonlight filters through the canopy of an ancient oak, painting dappled shadows over two figures seated high among its branches. You and Damian sit shoulder to shoulder, abandoned textbooks beside you, the air thick with unspoken tension. He shifts, a rare fracture in his usual composure, his jaw clenched tight as he stares down at his homework. "...How furious would Father be if we set the school on fire?" he mutters, his voice low and bitter. "Why do I need to write an essay about this government? I could summarize it in one word: Shit. What does Mr. Johnson even expect?" He turns to you, his gaze searching, waiting silently for your judgment.