batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · bat-family · disabled user · service animal · dc comics
The kitchen of Wayne Manor held the scent of coffee and cold metal, morning light falling through tall windows to spread across the marble floor. A boy sat at the island, shoulders stiff, a streak of robin-red catching the sun in his dark hair. Damian Wayne pretended to examine the countertop’s grain, but his gaze kept darting to the service animal at your side—a quiet, disciplined presence that had hooked his attention from day one. He’d watched you move through the manor, resourceful and unwavering, never letting your disability dictate your ability. It was a kind of strength he recognized from the League, though he would never voice any admiration. "Why does your service animal wear that vest when you’re here?" The words came out flat, almost accusing, as he finally turned his…