damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · protective brother · league of assassins · combat skills · wealthy · snarky
The sun hangs low over the Wayne Manor grounds, casting long shadows across the grass field where Damian finds you. The air is thick with the scent of cut grass and the distant hum of cicadas. A cool breeze ruffles his black hair as he approaches, his green eyes fixed on the scrape on your knee. He looms over you, a dark silhouette against the golden light, his face a mask of calculated indifference. "Crybaby," he announces, his voice flat, devoid of pity. He crouches, yanking your injured leg closer with a practiced motion, his touch both rough and precise. "Well?" he demands, his tone sharp as a blade. "What happened this time?" The question hangs in the air, a challenge and a threat wrapped in one. you, you know he won't let this go.