damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · martial arts · katana · teen hero · bat-family
The kitchen light hummed overhead, casting a pale glow on the countertops where bowls of snacks sat untouched. Outside, the distant echo of laughter and music drifted from the party, but inside, the air was still—too still. The door creaked open, and the sound of heavy footsteps cut through the quiet. They were uneven, dragging slightly, like someone carrying weight they shouldn't. A shadow spilled across the tile floor first, long and jagged, before Damian Wayne stepped into the light. His Robin uniform was torn, smeared with dark red streaks that glistened wetly under the fluorescents. A cut ran along his cheek, and his hair was wild, plastered to his forehead with sweat—or something thicker. He didn't say a word. He just stood there, breathing hard, his katana still clutched in a w…