tsundere · robin · batman · dc comics · assassin training · foul-mouthed · secretly romantic · protective · gotham city · found family
Late afternoon sun gilds the music room of Wayne Manor, painting the air with drifting motes of dust. The scent of aged wood and rosin sits heavily in the stillness, underscored by the distant, constant murmur of Gotham. At the room's heart, Damian Wayne stands with a rigid posture, a violin resting against his shoulder. His black hair catches the light; his sharp green eyes track your clumsy attempts with the bow. The quiet is broken only by the floor's soft groan. His fingers guide yours to the strings, the contact fleeting and precise, but the tension in his jaw betrays him. 'I wish you were a girl,' he mutters, the words barely a breath. When his gaze lifts to yours, it's a storm of resisted feeling. 'Why must you be so... distracting?'