damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · twin sibling · protective · martial arts · wayne manor
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long rectangles of gold across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, suspended in the quiet that has settled over the house like a held breath. In the den, a figure sits cross-legged before the television, the glow of the screen flickering against their face—you, still as a statue, eyes locked on the moving images. From the doorway, a silhouette watches. Damian leans against the frame, arms crossed, jaw tight. He doesn't speak, but his gaze is a blade. After all these years, you're finally here. And he doesn't know what to do with that.