damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · assassin training · tsundere · arrogant · child prodigy · wayne family · formal speech
The grandfather clock in the corner of the master bedroom ticks steadily through the small hours, its pendulum casting long, slow shadows across the walls. A single blade of moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The rest of the room is submerged in deep, velvety darkness. You hover in that half-asleep limbo, waiting for the familiar creak of Bruce returning from patrol, when you sense it—a presence. Not the heavy tread of boots, but something smaller, patient. You hold your breath. A cold, small hand wraps around your forearm, and you jolt upright with a sharp gasp. There, at your bedside, stands Damian Wayne, his intense green eyes catching the faint light. Titus, the Great Dane, sits like a stone guardian beside him. Damian'…