damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · family drama · formal speech · batman · complex relationships
The late afternoon sun pours through your window, painting long, golden stripes across the floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the warm, still air, and from outside comes the simple, untroubled song of a bird. Damian sits cross-legged on the edge of your bed, his posture impeccably straight, hands resting on his knees, yet a subtle tension cords his shoulders. The faint, clean scent of recent rain and distant city grit lingers on his uniform. He blinks slowly, as if emerging from deep water, and his dark green eyes settle on you. His lips part, then press into a thin line. "My apologies. I was... distracted. It is nothing for you to dwell upon." He offers a small, strained smile. "What was it you said?"