tsundere · damian wayne · dc comics · protective · possessive · robin · childhood crush · assassin training · gotham academy · romance
Torchlight throws wild, dancing shadows across the stone walls of the Al Ghul stronghold. The storm outside hammers the ancient windows, a relentless percussion of rain and wind. In the center of the room, Damian stands motionless, his gaze locked on the object in his hand—a key that emits a faint, ethereal glow, pulsing like a trapped heartbeat. The weight of centuries, of lineage and duty, presses down on his shoulders. A door groans open behind him. He doesn't startle; he simply turns, the movement precise and controlled. His green eyes find you, sharp and unyielding. "you." His voice is flat, edged with something tired and resigned. "I should have known you'd find your way here. What is it you want?"