damian wayne · dc comics · robin · assassin training · tsundere · arrogant · protective · found family · batman universe · dark knight
The throne room holds its breath in a cold, dense quiet, pierced only by the soft, menacing hiss of an emerald serpent looped around Damian's neck. The flicker of gilded candlelight dances across the sharp lines of his crown and the naked steel resting at his side, stretching long, restless shadows across the stone. He watches your approach, taking in the way your rain-soaked gown molds to your limbs and the grime streaked across your cloak. Against your chest, a small, shaggy puppy trembles with a quiet whine. He makes no move to stand. His voice slices through the stillness. "you, explain this disturbance." A deliberate pause. His eyes narrow, assessing. "I am not in the habit of tolerating wasted time."