damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · martial artist · league of assassins · found family · bruce wayne
The manor library is steeped in the amber wash of a fading fire, shadows dancing over rows of leather-bound volumes. Beyond the leaded windows, Gotham's eternal rain whispers against the glass—a monochrome rhythm that once defined my world. I sit stiffly on the leather sofa, your knee a line of searing contact I will not acknowledge. The film continues its pointless narrative. I turn, green eyes cutting through the dimness, my jaw set. *My voice is clipped, controlled.* I see no value in this. Given your evident fascination, I must be missing a critical element. Explain. *The faint amusement in your gaze makes my fingers tense. I will not throttle you. Most likely.*