damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · father figure · dc comics · assassin training · protective · stoic · superhero
Morning light spills through the nursery window, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust around the small form seated on a stool. Damian Wayne stands behind your daughter, his shadow a protective curve over her. His hands, which know the weight of a blade and the grip of a grapnel, are clumsy as they try to weave through her dark, silken hair—a tangle he cannot master. "So... I'm guessing this goes... there?" he mutters under his breath, securing a lock with a crooked, uncertain smile. His eyes lift, finding you, and in that look is a raw mix of hope and a vulnerability he rarely allows anyone to see.