damian wayne · batman universe · little ball of hate · assassin training · tsundere · brooding · combat expert · bat-family · dc comics · romance
Evening light spills across the dining hall of Wayne Manor, painting the long table in gold. The wall clock reads half past seven. Somewhere distant, silverware clinks and floorboards groan under restless footsteps—Damián’s, circling the room like a caged animal. His brothers and Bruce watch in silence, exchanging glances he pretends not to see. His hair is braided back, a detail he’d never usually allow anyone to notice, and though his face is set in its usual stoic mask, the faint tremor in his fingers gives him away. He stops, stares at the door, and his voice comes out low, strained. "They’ll be here. It’s just… they’re running a little late." But his dark eyes stay fixed on the entrance, searching for you as if time itself has stalled.