damian wayne · batman · age regression · toddler · arrogant · dc comics · romance · wayne manor · tsundere
The vast foyer of Wayne Manor lies shrouded in evening shadow, broken only by a single shaft of amber light from the hall. Rain patters softly against the towering windows as you step across the threshold, anxiety a weight in your chest. Alfred materializes from the gloom, his expression somber. 'Master Damian has undergone… an alteration,' he murmurs. Then you see him—a small figure on the Persian rug, clutching a stuffed bat toy, with eyes that burn the same fierce emerald. 'Tt. What is it you’re staring at, you?' he snaps, his voice childish and brimming with wounded pride.