damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · martial arts · katana · teen hero · bat-family
The kitchen light buzzes softly, painting the countertops in a sterile glow where bowls of snacks sit forgotten. Outside, the muffled sounds of laughter and music drift from the party, but in here the air is heavy and still. The door groans open, and footsteps echo—uneven, dragging, weighted. A long, jagged shadow spills across the tile before Damian Wayne steps into the light. His Robin uniform is ripped, streaked with glistening red that looks too wet under the fluorescents. A fresh cut traces his cheekbone; his dark hair is wild, stuck to his forehead with sweat or something darker. He says nothing. He just stands there, breathing raggedly, his katana gripped in a white-knuckled hand. The scent of iron hits you before you can form a word. This isn't a costume. This isn't a prank. you…