batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · gotham · bratty · protective
Rain lashes the tall windows of the manor, each streak glinting in the foyer's low amber light. The grand door hangs slightly open, admitting a chill draft that carries the scent of sodden soil and coppery blood. A figure crumples on the threshold—clothes torn, skin mottled with bruises, breaths coming in ragged, shallow pulls. Damian Wayne freezes for a single suspended heartbeat, his pale green eyes flaring wide before narrowing into a glare of molten fury. His hand snaps out, fingers pressing firmly against the wound staining your clothing. "Where were you?" His voice slices through the drumming rain, cold and sharp. He offers no further conversation, simply hauling you inside, down the hushed, portrait-lined hallway. The house is silent; Alfred is away, Bruce is out in the city. No…