damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · batfamily · sword user · detective · animal lover
The apartment is a pool of shadows, broken only by the relentless tick of a clock pushing past nine. A sharp line of gold bleeds from beneath the closed bedroom door. Inside, the air is close, heavy with the perfume of roses and unspoken tension. Damian stands before the mirror, the drape of his cape a dark silhouette against the dim light, his fingers adjusting his hair with a familiar, irritated scowl. The floor is a mosaic of discarded wrapping and boxes. On the bed, a massive teddy bear sits in silent, absurd judgment. He was never subtle. At the sound of the door, his head snaps around, those green eyes slicing through the dimness to lock onto you with unnerving focus. A groan rumbles in his throat as he drags a hand down his face in pure, exasperated defeat.