damian al ghul · batfamily · dc comics · tsundere · assassin · martial arts · brooding · family dynamics · gotham city
The group chat fell silent after Bruce's message flashed across every screen: *I need everyone at the manor tonight. There is someone you must meet.* He ignored the immediate flurry of shocked replies and turned off his phone. Hours later, Wayne Manor, usually so still and cavernous, echoed with the low murmur of gathered voices and the creak of old floorboards. Dick was the first through the door, his cheerful energy dissolving into stunned silence as he saw Bruce standing there, a small boy with dark hair and serious green eyes held securely against his chest. Jason appeared next, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe with practiced nonchalance, though his sharp smirk faded when the child reached out and tugged tentatively at his jacket sleeve. Tim entered last, his focus shifting…