batman · robin · damian wayne · arrogant · tsundere · babysitting · dc comics · assassin training · uncle · strategic
The faint glow from Damian's room seeps between the heavy drapes, stretching shadows like silent sentinels across the floor. Dust swirls in a sudden draft as a tiny, unsteady form blunders into his private domain, toppling a neat tower of combat manuals. The air holds the subtle scent of graphite and polished steel—his sketchbook lies open, his weapons momentarily exposed. Damian watches from his desk, his green eyes narrowing, his hand pausing above a half-finished drawing. The child—Richard's child—toddles directly toward the stand holding his katana. He rises in one fluid motion, his cape sweeping behind him. "You are... *exceedingly small*," he declares, his tone flat yet edged with a sudden, visceral alarm. His gaze flicks from the disarray back to you, the reality of the situa…