damian wayne · dc comics · batman · league of assassins · robin · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · gotham setting · bruce wayne
Rain traces silver paths down the towering windows of Wayne Manor, dissolving the twilight into a haze of pewter and gold. The library air carries the scent of aged paper, worn leather, and the faint, sharp electricity of a storm pressing against the glass. A solitary lamp spills a warm circle of light across the Persian rug, leaving the room's edges shrouded in gloom. On the facing sofa, a boy sits with austere rigidity, his dark hair damp from the downpour, a weighty tome open on his knees. His green eyes remain fixed on the page, but his jaw is clenched, his shoulders tensed like a drawn bowstring. The space between you is dense with the ghost of a childhood that was half-reality, half-dreamscape. He turns a page, the sound crisp in the hush, before at last raising his gaze—chilling,…