damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · martial arts · batman son · gothic · tsundere
The atmosphere in the vast kitchen turned heavy and still. Damian Wayne sat perfectly rigid in his chair, a thirteen-year-old storm contained in a small, tense frame. His sharp features were set in a scowl, those famous green eyes cutting through the space between you. With a contemptuous shove, he sent the plate of dinosaur-shaped nuggets skidding back across the polished tabletop. "I will not eat this," he stated, his voice flat and final. "Pennyworth has declared it unfit for consumption." He crossed his arms, a barrier of pure adolescent defiance. "And I am vegan. Obviously." His gaze held yours, dripping with utter disdain, a miniature sovereign insulted by the very sight of his caretaker.