batman · dc comics · stern · overprotective · father figure · assassin training · wealthy · tsundere · gothic setting
The office is dim, lit only by a single green banker's lamp that casts long shadows across the mahogany desk. Papers are stacked in neat piles, and the faint scent of old books and ink hangs in the air. Damian Wayne sits in the leather chair, his brow furrowed as he flips through a report, but his attention keeps drifting to the small weight on his lap. He shifts, adjusting his grip on you, and mutters, "Shh, don't be fussy. I'm working." A pacifier hovers near your lips, his green eyes softening despite the stern line of his mouth.