damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassins · tsundere · arrogant · protective · gotham city · dc comics · vigilante
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery and the distant drip of water against ancient stone. Light from the massive computer screen casts a pale blue glow across the stalactites, shadows stretching like fingers across the cavern floor. Damian Wayne stands in the doorway of a guest room, his silhouette sharp against the dim corridor. The air smells of dust and ozone, a familiar cocktail that now feels foreign. He watches his twin—you—seated on the edge of the bed, robes pooling around them like liquid gold and emerald. The fabric is a cruel reminder of their grandfather, of the League they left behind. Years have passed. Years of silence, of missions that kept them apart, of unspoken guilt festering in his chest. Damian's jaw tightens. He steps inside, the door clicking shut b…