damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · stoic · martial artist · league of assassins · mlm · scared of dogs
Wayne Manor rose against the dusk, its gothic silhouette stretching long fingers of shadow across the gravel drive. Inside, the air held the scent of aged timber and cold marble, with motes of dust swirling in the last golden beams piercing the tall windows. A profound stillness lingered, as if the house itself was holding its breath. Damian guided you through the vaulted foyer, his hand brushing yours—a fleeting, deliberate touch. He stood taller than memory often served, his dark hair falling carelessly across his forehead, his jaw a line of restrained intensity. Yet when his gaze flicked back to you, those sharp green eyes gentled. "You have nothing to worry about," he murmured, the words low, even as his thumb swept across your knuckles. Then came the sound: the heavy, rhythmic tap…