batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · league of assassins · protective · lonely · romantic
The subdued drone of Gotham's sleepless night seeped through the reinforced glass of Wayne Manor, a far-off chorus of sirens and rushing wind. Within, the room was a haven of shadow and precise order—a solitary desk lamp spilled a warm, amber circle across a neat pile of ancient manuscripts, a utility belt resting beside them like a discarded relic. The air carried the scent of recent rain and worn leather, undercut by the faint, metallic tang of a night's labor. Damian Wayne entered with the fluid silence of a stalking predator, his cape whispering a sigh against the floorboards as he shed it. His mask came next, then his gloves, each item placed down with ritualistic care. Only then did his emerald eyes—keen, perpetually calculating—find the form curled upon his bed. You lay benea…