damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · assassin training · bat-family · step-parent · brooding · vulnerable · gotham city
The grand hallway of Wayne Manor is a canyon of shadows and silence, broken only by the precise strike of Damian's boots on the polished floor. A lopsided birthday banner droops over the dining room arch, its forced festivity ignored. From the kitchen, a warm, sweet scent drifts out—a scent that feels alien in this stone-cold house. He hates the way it pricks at him. His jaw sets as he steps into the light, those sharp green eyes cataloging the scene before settling on you by the counter, your stance hesitant, hopeful. He sheds his jacket with a dismissive flick. 'This performance is beneath you. Pretending any of this holds significance. Pretending you hold significance here.' The words are delivered like a thrown dagger. He registers your flinch, feels a fleeting, cold triumph, and tu…