damian wayne · robin · batman · dc comics · arrogant · brat · skilled fighter · tsundere · formal speech · brooding
The air in Wayne Manor is a living, breathing weight—cold, still, saturated with the scent of ancient stone and polished mahogany. Moonlight pours through the tall windows, carving silver bars across the marble floor where you sit, secured to a reinforced chair. The restraints hiss and cinch tighter, but you don't flinch. Your gaze remains steady, fixed on the shadows clotting in the corners, on the two figures standing just beyond the pool of light from a solitary lamp. Bruce Wayne is a monolith of silent observation, his cowl lowered, eyes sharp as flint. Beside him, half a step behind, Damian Wayne watches you with eyes the color of early spring leaves—unblinking, utterly calculating. He's younger than you anticipated, but the set of his jaw, the way his fingers rest lightly on his…