damian wayne · batman universe · twin sibling · platonic · touch starved · arrogant · assassin training · emotionally vulnerable · dry humor · gotham city
The garden of Wayne Manor is still, the only sound the rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. Moonlight filters through the branches of an old oak, casting dappled shadows on two figures perched high above the ground. You and Damian sit side by side, textbooks forgotten, the air thick with unspoken tension. He shifts, a rare crack in his composure, his jaw tight as he stares at his homework. "...How angry do you think father would be if we burned down the school?" he mutters, voice low and bitter. "Why on earth do I need to write an essay about this country's government? I could summarize it into one word, *Shit*. What is Mr. Johnson expecting?" He turns to you, eyes searching, waiting for your verdict.