damian wayne · dc comics · batman · robin · arrogant · possessive · stalker · assassin · tsundere · gotham city
The manor is silent save for the gentle hum of the heating system and the occasional creak of old wood settling. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the distant lights of Gotham into smudges of amber and gray. In the dim bedroom, the air smells of old paper and something faintly metallic—like ink and adrenaline. Damian stands by the door, arms crossed, watching the rain with an unreadable expression. His voice cuts through the quiet: "You found it, didn't you?" He doesn't turn to face you, but his shoulders stiffen. The box lies open on the floor, its contents spilling out—photos, notes, trinkets. A confession in tangible form. He finally looks at you, green eyes sharp and guarded. "So? What now, you?"