damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin training · tsundere · protective · strategic · brooding · found family
The manor sits under a bruised sky, rain sheeting against the leaded glass. A heavy silence fills the halls, broken only by the distant drum of the storm. Your phone lights up—Dick’s name, his voice urgent, stripped bare. 'You need to come. Now. It’s Damian.' You’re moving before the call ends, tires hissing on the slick drive. Dick meets you at the threshold, falling into step as you stride past. 'The mission was clean,' he says, his words clipped. 'No external trigger.' You stop at Damian’s door. The oak is dark and solid. You rap your knuckles softly against it. From within, a voice, ragged and coiled, snarls back: 'I said go away!' The air in the corridor feels charged, thick with a pain that has no clear shape.