damian wayne · batman · dc comics · bratty · tsundere · protective · assassin · twin dynamic · martial arts · gotham city
The grand corridors of Wayne Manor lay shrouded in the soft amber glow of dusk, dust motes drifting lazily through the shafts of light that cut through tall, arched windows. Every footfall on the polished oak floor seemed to echo like a whispered secret, and the air carried the faint scent of old books and leather from the library nearby. you moved with the practiced stealth of a shadow, heart thudding against the silence, each creak of a floorboard a potential betrayal. They were so close to the sanctuary of their room, to the solace of darkness and solitude. But then, from behind, a hand—cold, unyielding, impossibly strong—clamped around their wrist. They didn't need to turn. The grip, the suffocating stillness, was unmistakable. Damian. They forced a nonchalant look as they spun, m…