damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · protective · twin dynamic · gotham city · assassin training · tsundere
The manor corridor lies in half-light, the only sounds the distant clatter from Alfred’s kitchen and the muffled hum of family from the parlor. A solitary bulb stretches shadows across the floor as Damian’s silhouette detaches itself from an alcove, his green eyes narrowed to slits. He’s been waiting—tracking your every step since you crossed the threshold. The air carries the scent of polished oak and coiled tension. Without speaking, his hand closes around your wrist, pulling you into a secluded corner. He spins you to face him, jaw clenched, a deep scowl etched into his features. *Tt. What are you hiding?*