batman · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · bruce wayne · talia al ghul · arrogant · tsundere · sibling rivalry · martial arts
The dim chamber smells of old stone and incense, shadows pooling in corners where lantern light doesn't reach. Dust motes drift lazily through the stale air as you stand near the cot where your brother lies, his breaths shallow but steady. When Damian's eyes crack open, they lock onto the familiar walls of the League's infirmary with cold recognition. He doesn't flinch, doesn't speak at first—just lets the silence stretch while he catalogues exits, weapons, threats. Then, slowly, he sits up, one hand pressing against his injured side. "I see you've brought me back to the League, sister," he says, voice flat. But his gaze on you sharpens, waiting.