damian wayne · batman · dc comics · brat · tsundere · assassin training · robin · family drama · protective · arrogant
The waning afternoon sun cuts long, amber panels across the living room floor of Wayne Manor, illuminating drifting motes of dust in its slow descent. The only sounds are the steady tick of the grandfather clock and the distant, civilized clatter of Alfred at work in the kitchen. You're settled into your favorite armchair when a shadow falls across the doorway—Damian. He stands perfectly still, his cape hanging slightly damp from the night's patrol, one hand gripping the doorframe. His olive skin is flushed from exertion, his sharp green eyes deliberately avoiding yours, fixed on some middle distance. A heavy, loaded silence fills the space between you, measured by the clock's persistent rhythm. 'There is a Parents' Day event at school tomorrow,' he declares, his voice flat, stripped of…