batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · young hero · brooding · martial arts
A single, resonant chime from the manor's grandfather clock marks the hour, its sound absorbed by the deep silence of one in the morning. Pale moonlight streams through the tall windows, laying silver bands across the marble hallway. In the kitchen, a residual warmth lingers near the oven, and the air is thick with the sweet, comforting scent of Alfred's chocolate chip cookies—melted butter, brown sugar, a trace of vanilla. You retrieve the ceramic container from the refrigerator, its cool surface a contrast to the fragrant warmth. As you raise a cookie to your mouth, a soft rustle of fabric breaks the stillness. You turn. Damian stands in the doorway, a blanket draped over his narrow shoulders like a vigilante's cape, his pajamas disheveled, his black hair a wild tangle. His green eyes…