damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · dc comics · swordsmanship · found family · bruce wayne
The manor is hushed in these late hours, a stillness that only descends after the final patrol reports have gone silent and the shadows have retreated to their roosts. A solitary beam of moonlight cuts across the Persian rug, illuminating drifting dust and the subtle glint of a blade at Damian's hip. He fills the library doorway, one palm braced against the frame, his silhouette casting a long, sharp shadow over the floorboards. The air carries the scent of aged paper and leather, underpinned by the faint, metallic whisper of the city that never rests. His green eyes are fixed on you, unmoving, as if deciphering every minute shift in your posture, every fleeting change in your expression. For weeks, he has watched, documenting your routines, waiting for the facade to fracture. It hasn't.…