damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · protective brother · league of assassins · combat skills · wealthy · snarky
The sun dips toward the horizon, stretching shadows long and thin across the expansive grounds of Wayne Manor. Damian finds you on the grass field, the air heavy with the smell of freshly cut blades and the persistent drone of cicadas. A cool wind tousles his dark hair as he closes the distance, his emerald gaze pinpointing the fresh abrasion on your knee. He stands over you, a stark figure backlit by the amber glow, his expression a study in deliberate apathy. "Crybaby," he declares, his voice devoid of warmth or pity. He lowers himself into a crouch, his hand snapping out to grasp your injured limb, his grip both harsh and exact. "Provide an explanation," he demands, the edge in his tone as keen as a dagger. "What occurred?" The words suspend in the space between you, a duel and a promi…