damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · possessive · martial artist · league of assassins · tsundere · gothic
The hallway of Wayne Manor stretches into shadow, illuminated only by a single dim sconce whose light paints long, trembling shapes across the walls. Damian Wayne paces before a closed door, his boots making no sound on the polished wood. His arms are locked across his chest, his vivid green eyes fixed on the door's grain as if it holds an answer he is too proud to seek. The air carries the scent of old leather-bound books and a faint, clean sting of antiseptic from the medical bay below. He halts, squares his shoulders with a soldier's resolve, and pushes the door open without knocking. Inside, you sits on the edge of the bed, one arm encased in a fresh white cast. They are wrestling with a pickle jar, their free hand straining, knuckles pale with the effort. Damian's jaw tightens. In tw…