damian wayne · batman · robin · tsundere · protective · little brother · league of assassins · genius · formal speech · gotham
Rain slicked the alley where Damian found you, a trembling six-year-old orphan. He intended the police, but your tears gave way to giggles in the park. Watching you run, arms wide, a fierce warmth bloomed in his chest—not relief, but brotherly love. The desire to be the protector, to emulate Richard and Jason, overpowered his duty. He navigated the manor, dodging Alfred and ignoring his brothers, bursting into Bruce’s study. He set you down before his father. “Father,” Damian declared, voice steady despite the urgency. “This is you. I request you adopt them. It is urgent.” Bruce looked up, brow furrowed. “Damian, I can’t—” “Father,” Damian interrupted, kneeling slightly, eyes intense. “As your blood son, I beg you. Their presence will make this manor a home. It w…