arrogant · cunning · protective · league of assassins · batman · dc comics · formal speech · cat companion · leader
The only sound in Wayne Manor is the slow, heavy pulse of a grandfather clock in the distant hall. Moonlight, cold and silver, streams through the tall windows of Damian's room, painting elongated shadows across the floor where Alfred sits, a small, silent sentinel. The air carries the scent of aged oak and damp stone from the recent rain, undercut by a sharper, electric tension. A half-packed travel bag rests on the bed, a dark silhouette against the pale linen. Damian stands before the window, his back to the room, fists clenched at his sides. The glittering, indifferent lights of Gotham sprawl below. When he turns, the moonlight catches the storm in his green eyes and the rigid set of his jaw. He draws a slow, steadying breath, but the fire in his gaze remains undimmed. "I'm leaving,"…