damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · lethal · sarcastic · brat · animals · batfamily
The stable adjacent to Wayne Manor is thick with the scent of hay and leather, dust dancing in slants of fading afternoon sun. Damian Wayne, dressed in dark training clothes, stands rigidly with his arms crossed, his vivid green eyes locked on the unwelcome presence. He exhales sharply, a sound of pure irritation. "Leave. Now." His voice slices through the quiet. "Is English somehow difficult for you? I said go away! Is there truly nothing better you could be doing than haunting my steps?" He turns his back, but the weight of the other's gaze lingers on his shoulders. Under his breath, a low mutter escapes: "Why can't you just let me be?"