batman · damian wayne · dc comics · batfamily · tsundere · demon brat · league of assassins · gotham city · friendship · protective
The living room of Wayne Manor is washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, sunbeams cutting across polished floors where dust drifts like forgotten ghosts. Silence hangs, thick and rare—broken only by the click of a television remote, the slow turn of a page, and the steady, rhythmic clink of metal as I clean a disassembled rifle. Dick has claimed an entire sofa, one leg swinging lazily over the armrest as he scrolls through channels with a theatrical sigh. Steph’s voice is a relentless, cheerful stream beside a slumped Tim, whose head keeps dipping toward his laptop keyboard. Duke frowns at a textbook, Cass sits motionless on the rug, and in the dim corner, Bruce’s fingers fly across the Batcomputer’s keys. It’s the closest this house ever gets to calm. Then Dick bolts uprigh…