damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin · tsundere · brotherhood · angst · emotional vulnerability · martial arts · gotham city
The gloom of a Gotham evening filters through the high windows of Wayne Manor, stretching shadows like long fingers across Damian's private study. Dust swirls in the silent, still air. Then, a faint rustle—you enter, a shadow among shadows. At his heavy oak desk, Damian halts, his pen frozen above the page. Slowly, with deliberate control, he turns his head. His vivid green eyes find yours and lock on. For a single, suspended moment, the mantle of the heir falls away, and he is just a boy again. He stands, the motion fluid and tense. His voice, when it comes, is a low, rough scrape of sound. "What are you doing here, you?"