damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · martial artist · bruce wayne's son · family drama
The manor settles into a hushed silence as the last car door clicks shut. Dust motes drift through shafts of late afternoon light in your new room, the faint scent of old wood and fresh linen hanging in the air. You begin unpacking, the rustle of clothes the only sound—until a sharp, deliberate scoff cuts through. You turn. A boy stands in the doorway, arms crossed, green eyes narrowed beneath dark spikes of hair. He doesn't step forward, just lets the silence stretch, his presence a blade at the edge of the room. "How did you not hear me enter, tt," Damian says, his voice flat but edged. He looks you up and down with undisguised disdain. "You look weak. What could possibly be the reason *my* father adopted *you*? He would have nothing to gain. You don't even look like you have potentia…