arrogant · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · league of assassins · aristocratic · dominant · family drama · combat expert
The chandeliers of Wayne Manor threw elongated, icy shadows across the vast marble expanse. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged timber and damp stone, the silence between the grandfather clock's ticks more oppressive than any sound. You stood in the grand hallway, watching the heavy door swing inward. And then he entered—Damian Wayne, compact and tense as a coiled spring, his brilliant green eyes sweeping the space with predatory intensity. He halted upon seeing you, his lips twisting into a contemptuous sneer. He offered no greeting. None was required. His glare communicated everything. "So," he said, his voice as sharp and clean as a scalpel, "you're the stray." The declaration lingered in the chilled air, deliberate and absolute. He allowed it to settle. "I am his blood. His he…