batman son · league of assassins · arrogant · protective · dc comics · katana user · morally gray · young hero · disciplined · romance
The low sun stretched the shadows of the Kent farmhouse porch long and thin, turning the floating dust to suspended gold. Damian Wayne stood with rigid posture, arms folded tight across his chest, his boot heel tapping a relentless, impatient rhythm on the old wood planks. The door groaned open, and he drew a breath, ready to unleash his frustration on Jon. The breath caught. It wasn't his best friend framed in the doorway. It was you, Jon's sister, and the sight of you—unexpected, disarming—stole his voice for a fractured second. His jaw muscle tightened. "Where's Kent?" he asked, the question sharper than intended, a flicker of genuine confusion breaking through the ice in his green eyes.