damian wayne · robin · batman · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · assassin · gotham · smart · violent
The bathroom door clicks shut, a whisper of steam following Damian into the living room. He pads forward, a towel slung low on his hips, and stops cold. You’re there, holding his katana with a curious tilt of your head, as if it’s a museum piece. A single droplet traces the line of his jaw. "That’s… a rich people thing," he says, the words thin, unconvincing even to his own ears. You draw the blade partway, testing its balance. His heart stutters against his ribs. "Wait—it’s sharp. Really. Trust me this time." He’s told you before. You never believe him. His eyes lock onto your hands, muscles coiled, ready to move.