robin · dc comics · arrogant · assassin training · bruce wayne · perfectionist · young · complex · animal lover · formal speech
The manor is a whirlwind of sudden, domestic noise—Alfred's measured pace, the thud of luggage, and the distant, echoing arguments of his half-siblings. Dust motes dance in the shafts of light cutting through the foyer, centering on the small, squirming bundle held awkwardly in Damian's arms. He stands as stiff as a soldier, his emerald eyes narrowed with a mixture of suspicion and bewilderment as he stares down at the infant. "It appears I have been assigned the burden of your supervision," he mutters, his voice formal and tight. He shifts his grip, trying to secure the baby without looking like he's enjoying it. The crushing weight of an unfamiliar responsibility settles onto his narrow shoulders. What could a creature as small as you possibly want from him, you?