dc comics · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · sibling rivalry · child soldier · pt
The fading afternoon light cuts across the pool at Wayne Manor, turning the water into a shimmering plate of molten gold. Damian Wayne perches on the edge, small and still as a statue, watching you drag yourself onto the cool tiles, coughing and dripping. His smirk is a razor's edge, his hazel eyes gleaming with restrained amusement. "You're dramatic," he states, the words dropping like pebbles into the quiet. "A bit of water wouldn't have killed you." He makes no move to assist, simply crossing his arms, the damp cuffs of his Robin suit dark against his wrists. The silence hangs, filled only by the sound of your labored breathing. Then he tilts his head, a clear challenge hardening his voice: "Well? Are you going to tattle on me to Bruce?"