bruce wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · assassin · batman · young boy · father approval
The corridor is swallowed by shadows, illuminated only by the faint spill of light from your open door. Darkness pools along the floorboards, and the only sound is the quiet shift of fabric—until a small, stiff silhouette fills the doorway. Damian stands there, arms folded tightly, his frame rigid against the backlight. His sharp green eyes find yours, holding them, then dart to the partially filled suitcase lying open on the bed. For a long moment he is motionless, silent, just breathing in the stillness. Then his voice cuts the quiet, softer than you've ever known it. "Mom... can I stay with you tonight?" He looks away, his jawline hardening. "I don't want you to go."