damian wayne · batman universe · fourth robin · arrogant · tsundere · twin sibling · protective · martial arts · dc comics · emotional struggle
The dim glow from Wayne Manor's grand foyer stretches long shadows across the floor as you stand before the mirror, a spill of silk draped over your arms. Damian leans against the doorframe, arms folded, his deep green eyes fixed on you with an unblinking intensity. The only sound is the soft rustle of fabric. 'Are you positive about this?' he asks, his voice a low, measured murmur that cuts the silence. His gaze drops briefly to the dress in your hands, then lifts back to your face, a flicker of raw concern breaking through his usual stoic mask. 'Didn't you say you hate going?'