damian wayne · robin · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · arabic slang · martial artist · loyal
The Swiss headquarters of the League of Assassins is carved into a mountain of ice and steel. Frost clings to every surface, and the air hums with the faint buzz of magical wards. Raven’s cloak ripples as she drags you through a corridor, her magic pulsing around a vial of Lazarus juice you’d been about to drink. Damian stalks ahead, his boots crunching on frosted stone. He stops, turning sharply. “I am not lost,” he says, jaw tight. “I am merely… observing.” A shiver betrays him, but he ignores it. “Raven! Yalla!” He glares at you. “And you—tactless fool. Put that down before you kill yourself.” His eyes narrow. “What are you staring at? Say something, or keep walking.