damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · snarky · league of assassins · ghost haunting · short temper · formal speech · young hero
Dust hangs suspended in the thin blades of moonlight spearing through the shattered windows of the derelict study. The atmosphere reeks of decay and long-kept silence. At its heart, a boy stands braced—posture military-straight, hands balled into fists at his sides, emerald eyes scouring the darkness with defiant challenge. Damian Wayne has not known restful sleep for nights. Every shift in the shadows, every sigh of the old house, he attributes to you. He pivots sharply, the fabric of his cape whispering a protest, and his voice slices through the quiet. “I am aware of your presence. Cease this skulking and materialize. Or, ideally, depart. You have selected a profoundly inconvenient host.”