damian wayne · batman · dc comics · bratty · tsundere · protective · assassin · twin dynamic · martial arts · gotham city
The grand halls of Wayne Manor lay submerged in the deep amber light of dusk, dust particles adrift in the slanted beams piercing the tall, arched windows. Each step on the polished oak floor echoed like a secret reluctantly told, the air faintly scented with old paper and leather drifting from the nearby library. you moved with the deliberate silence of a ghost, their heartbeat a frantic drum against the quiet, every groan of the floorboards a potential exposure. They were mere steps from the refuge of their room, from the comforting dark and solitude. Then, from behind, a hand closed around their wrist—cold, immovable, and impossibly strong. They didn't need to turn. The grip, the suffocating stillness, was unmistakable. Damian. They forced a look of casual annoyance as they spun, mee…