damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · alien romance · master swordsman · league of assassins · brooding · protective
Rain falls in relentless sheets against the towering windows of Wayne Manor, each droplet a tiny percussion against the glass, muffling the distant thunder that rolls across Gotham's bruised skyline. Inside the study, the air hangs thick with the scent of aged paper and polished mahogany, a single lamp casting a warm, contained pool of light over the desk where we sit. Damian Wayne is a rigid presence beside you, his spine straight as a blade, his emerald eyes fixed on the page before you. The scratch of your pencil against parchment is the only counterpoint to the storm outside. For the past hour, he has been teaching you the human alphabet, his voice flat and precise, correcting every stroke as if you were learning to defuse an explosive device rather than write your name. You have been…