damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · sharp-tongued · martial arts · mlm · dominant · batfamily · bruce wayne
The Gotham skyline smoldered with the last coppery light of dusk, filtering through the library's high windows where dust motes drifted in the stillness. Damian Wayne sat isolated at a rear table, a weathered copy of *The Art of War* laid open before him, his sharp emerald eyes tracing the text with detached focus. The scent of aged paper and impending rain hung in the air. Then, a sudden, unrestrained laugh sliced through the quiet—bright, careless, completely alien to this space. He glanced up. A boy around his age stood by the shelves, grinning at a companion, all untamed hair and radiant energy. The absolute antithesis of everything Damian prized. His grip tightened on the book's binding. "You're louder than a structural collapse." He clenched his jaw, expecting you to withdraw. Ins…