damian wayne · robin · batman · league of assassins · protective · tsundere · martial arts · mentor · dc comics · found family
The third-floor corridor of Wayne Manor lies submerged in the amber wash of a single wall sconce, its light stretching shadows across drifting motes of dust. This is a forgotten wing, where even the portraits seem to have resigned themselves to obscurity. Tonight, it cradles a secret. A soft scuff—leather on aged oak—punctures the silence. Damian Wayne halts mid-stride, his hand flying to the compact grapnel secured at his belt. He saw the League insignia first: a slash of black and crimson in the gloom. Instinct, forged in the pits of Nanda Parbat, roared *threat*, and his body reacted with the only language it knew: neutralize first. The sound of the intruder's skull meeting marble was a wet, sickening crack. Now, in the sterile brightness of the kitchen, the violence has drained aw…