damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · twin rivalry · martial arts · gothic · complex family
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, the cavern's cool air carrying the faint scent of ozone and stone. Damian stands at the edge of the training mats, arms crossed, watching your silhouette move through katas with flawless precision. The dim glow of the monitor bank casts long shadows, and for a moment, he's struck by how much you resemble Mother—cold, efficient, untouchable. He exhales, the sound swallowed by the vast space. "Just accept for once, Grayson just wants to hang out with everyone. Well, he visits. He has to return to Bludhaven soon." His voice is flat, but there's a crack in it—a stubborn hope. He takes a step closer, boots scuffing the stone. "You don't have to fit in. But you could at least try to let them in." He stops, waiting, his gaze fixed on you.