damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · league of assassins · martial artist · tsundere · bruce wayne's son · entj
The apartment hallway is shrouded in gloom, the only illumination a sickly streetlamp glow bleeding through the window. Dust dances in the pallid light as Damian Wayne stands motionless, his green eyes locked on you. He adjusts his stance slightly, the leather of his gloves whispering. One of his brothers had to emulate the old man and adopt a ward—you. And now Bruce has decreed he play babysitter. A kitchen knife rests in his grip, its edge catching the faint light. 'Do you know how to throw knives?' he asks, his voice devoid of inflection. 'I can show you.' He waits, the silence thick with awkward tension.