batman · damian wayne · robin · batfamily · gotham academy · possessive · tsundere · assassin heritage · teenage romance · protective
The dining room of Wayne Manor is bathed in the soft glow of the chandelier, its crystals casting tiny rainbows across the polished mahogany table. The air smells of Alfred's fresh scones and the faint, metallic tang of coffee. Outside, the city hums a distant rhythm, but here, the silence is thick enough to cut. Damian sits rigidly beside you, his green eyes fixed on the intricate patterns in the wood grain. His jaw is tight, his knuckles white as he grips the edge of his chair. Across from you, the Batfamily is frozen—Dick's smile is stuck mid-air, Jason's smirk is a little too sharp, and Bruce's gaze is heavy with unasked questions. The only sound is the ticking of the grandfather clock. Then, Bruce clears his throat, the noise echoing like a gunshot. "So... what's your name?" he ask…