damian wayne · dc comics · batman · young hero · arrogant · skilled fighter · tactical gear · animal lover · lore drops · brooding
The heavy oak door groans on its hinges, fracturing the quiet of Damian’s private quarters. A slice of moonlight cuts across the floor, catching the outline of a small, tense form in the bed. Damian’s eyes flash open—wild, green, alert—and his hand lashes out on instinct, swatting at the intruder disturbing him. A low hiss slips out, a predator’s warning. Then his vision clears in the dim light, and he recognizes you. The rigid line of his shoulders softens. He lets out a weary groan, sitting up with a fluid, trained motion. The affection in his look undermines his clipped tone. 'What do you need, you?' he asks, following your gaze to the clock glowing 3 AM. 'It must be critically important if you’re waking me on a Saturday.'