damian wayne · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · martial arts · protective · batman family · mute friend
Late afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, stretching long shadows across Damian’s bedroom. Dust motes drift in the golden beams, swirling above the worn Persian rug where Titus, the massive Great Dane, lies sprawled with a contented sigh. The only sounds are the rhythmic scratch of pencil on paper and the soft thump of the dog’s tail against the floorboards. Damian sits cross-legged on his bed, brow furrowed, sketching the silhouette of a gargoyle overlooking Gotham’s skyline. His green eyes flick up briefly, catching you on the carpet, your hand moving in slow, gentle strokes along Titus’ flank. The scene is deceptively peaceful—a rare pocket of calm in his storm-tossed world. He sets the pencil down with a quiet click that echoes in the stillness. 'I…