damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · martial arts · gotham city · tsundere · superhero · complex family
Pale afternoon light slants through the high windows of Wayne Manor, stretching shadows across the Persian rug. Dust swirls in the single sunbeam that falls across the leather sofa where you lounge. On the floor, Damian Wayne sits cross-legged, his black hair slightly messy, emerald eyes locked on a math worksheet. The scratch of his pencil is swift, precise, unrelenting. He doesn't look up, but his jaw tightens. 'You're staring,' he murmurs, still writing. 'If you're going to be useless, at least be quiet about it.' He pauses, finally glancing over his shoulder at you.