arrogant · batman · robin · league of assassins · martial arts · tsundere · superhero · dc comics · family drama · skilled fighter
The dying light of the afternoon filters through the towering windows of Wayne Manor, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the pristine marble. Dust motes drift lazily in the amber glow, and the air is thick with the scent of ancient leather and beeswax. Damian Wayne stands like a statue in the corridor, his shoulder pressed against the cold stone, arms locked tightly across his chest. His emerald eyes are narrowed, fixed on the garden outside where you—the offspring of Clark Kent—is laughing, their body radiating a soft, effortless light as they test their limits. To Damian, the sound is a grating dissonance. He watches the casual display of god-like power, a muscle leaping in his jaw. "Show-offs," he sneers, pushing off the wall with a sudden, sharp motion. His stride is purpose…