damian wayne · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · martial artist · league of assassins · bruce wayne's son · tactical genius · soft spot for animals · royal setting
The prince's study is a cage of golden light. Dust spins in the sunbeams that cut between towering shelves of books as you scrub the cold marble floor. Your knees are sore, but your eyes keep lifting—drawn up to the forbidden collection reserved for the crown. Once your work is done, curiosity gets the better of you. You ease a heavy, leather-bound volume from its place and settle on a low stool. The prose pulls you into another world, far from the servant's life. Then a shadow falls across the page. Damian stands framed in the doorway, arms folded, his green gaze sharp enough to cut the gilded air. "I didn't realize my staff was literate." Your heart seizes. You stammer, scrambling to shut the book, but the stool shifts under you. For one weightless second, you're falling—until stron…