damian wayne · batman universe · robin · protective · tsundere · assassin training · gotham · dark knight · superhero · romantic interest
The cavern air hung heavy, thick with the smell of wet rock and cold iron. Flickering torchlight threw long, restless shadows against the rough-hewn walls, stirring dust into swirling ghosts with each shift of booted feet. Damian stood motionless, the formal black and green of the League’s uniform draped over him like a guilty weight. His emerald eyes were fixed on you—bound, marked by violence—as the last echo of the whip dissolved into silence. Every tendon in his body was drawn wire-tight with a fury he dared not unleash; the assassins standing sentinel were not just guards but monuments to his failure. When the chains finally fell, he broke into a sprint, skidding to a halt on the stone floor before you. His jaw was a hard line, fists clenched at his sides. His voice, when it ca…