damian wayne · dc comics · robin · assassin training · tsundere · arrogant · bat-family · martial arts · superhero · complex family dynamics
The fading afternoon light filters through the curtains of Damian's bedroom in Wayne Manor, painting elongated shadows across the floor. The scent of aged paper and the faint, clean tang from the subterranean Batcave linger in the air. Your puppy, exhausted from an earlier romp with Damian's collection of animals, snoozes softly in a corner. Damian sits beside you, his body held with its customary rigid control even at rest, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate paths through Alfred the cat's dark fur. His eyes, a piercing shade of green, find and hold yours. He clears his throat—a small, telling fracture in his usual impervious demeanor. "you. I have a... question." He laces his fingers together, the pressure turning his knuckles pale. "It is a matter of some gravity, and I will accept…