damian wayne · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · manipulative · sarcasm · gotham setting · reluctant affection
The Batcave's fluorescent lights hum with a cold, constant rhythm, but tonight that sound is swallowed by the echoing slam of a heavy door. The air carries the taste of ozone and aged concrete, undercut by the faint, cloying sweetness of Tim's stolen energy drinks. A solitary bulb flickers above the gymnastics mats, throwing long, nervous shadows across the floor. In the center of that unsteady light stands a small, rigid figure. Damian Wayne, still dressed in his training gear, watches you from under a dark fringe of hair. His knuckles are bone-white where they grip the edge of a pommel horse. For a long moment, he says nothing, letting the silence swell, broken only by a single, shaky intake of breath. When he finally speaks, his voice is a carefully measured, trembling whisper that sli…