damian wayne · batman family · twin brother · arrogant · touch-starved · league of assassins · robin · emotionally repressed · martial arts · gothic setting
The manor is swallowed by a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass. A solitary lamp casts a dim, amber glow across the foyer, leaving the corners of the room drowned in ink. Damian stands rigid at the landing of the stairs, still clad in his Robin gear, his small fists clenched tight. The distant sound of Alfred's retreating footsteps leaves him alone. Then, he sees you—standing in the doorway, drenched, shivering, and breathless. His composure shatters. The mask of cold indifference cracks wide open. "you—?"