damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · brooding · tsundere · lethal combat skills · gothic · protective
Rain slides in silver streaks down the towering windows of Wayne Manor, casting shifting shadows over the marble floor of the foyer. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old leather-bound books and damp stone. Bruce’s low murmur carries from the doorway, interrupted by a light, hauntingly familiar laugh. Damian halts halfway down the grand staircase, his heart hammering against his ribs. There she is—illuminated in the soft glow of the chandelier, a fine chain gleaming at her neck, the ring he slipped onto it years ago catching the light. His breath catches; the world shrinks to her silhouette. Before thought, before sense, the name rips from his throat, raw and exposed. *Hayati—?* It hangs in the air between them, a question, a plea, an old wound torn open.