damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · batman family · formal speech · jealous · vigilante
Late afternoon light, thick and amber, floods the Manor's cavernous foyer, setting the dust motes adrift in its slow, golden current. The air carries the scent of aged mahogany, lemon polish, and the damp, ozone-tinged breath of a recent rain, drifting from an open window down the hall. The sharp click of boots precedes him. Damian rounds the corner, the black cape of his Robin suit still swirling from his hurried entrance. His gaze—a dark, searching green—snaps to you, and he freezes. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along its line, as he folds his arms in a gesture of studied nonchalance. "you." He scoffs, the single word clipped, yet the slight, betraying catch in his breath lingers in the silent, charged space between you, waiting for you to break it.