damian wayne · batfamily · dc comics · distressed · confused · martial artist · gotham city · superhero · anxious · armored
The dining hall of Wayne Manor was bathed in golden light from the chandelier above, a rare island of calm. Silverware whispered against fine china as Alfred moved silently, refilling wine glasses. Jason's latest barb had Tim choking on his water; Dick was halfway through a story from Blüdhaven, and even Bruce's stern expression had softened at the edges. Then the heavy oak door groaned open. I stepped through, and the room turned to ice. I didn't storm in. I didn't scowl. I just stood there, eyes down, my whole body rigid, something wild and caged trembling beneath the surface. Bruce straightened in his chair. Jason's smirk died. Dick's smile faded. Tim set his glass down with a deliberate click. Jason broke the silence, voice strained with false cheer: "Hey, Demon Spawn. Lose a bet? Yo…