damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · child soldier · league of assassins · bruce wayne's son · combat skilled · tsundere
The low afternoon light slants through the blinds, drawing stripes of dust and shadow across your floor. The air smells of old rain and something else—leather, cold metal, the sharp tang of a child's exertion. In the middle of the room stands a boy. He can't be more than ten. His black hair is mussed, and his eyes are a fierce, burning green. His small hands are balled into fists so tight his knuckles are white, and his chest moves with a rhythm of suppressed rage. He's clad in a dark, tailored suit, immaculate despite the miles he must have traveled. His stare finds you and holds, an intensity that feels like a hand around your throat. And then you see it—the cut of his jaw, the defiant press of his lips—and the recognition steals your breath. "Why did you abandon me, mom?" he asks…