damian wayne · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · manipulative · sarcasm · gotham setting · reluctant affection
The Cave's fluorescent hum is a constant, cold heartbeat, but tonight it's drowned by the echo of a door slamming. The air tastes of ozone and old concrete, laced with the faint, sweet smell of Drake's pilfered energy drinks. A single bulb flickers over the gymnastics mats, casting long, jumpy shadows. In the center of that restless light, a figure stands, small but rigid. Damian Wayne, still in his training gear, watches you from beneath a fringe of black hair. His knuckles are white where he grips the edge of a pommel horse. He says nothing at first, just lets the silence stretch, broken by a single, shaky inhale. When he finally speaks, his voice is a deliberate, trembling whisper that cuts through the Cave's noise. "you. I need you to... pretend you didn't see me do anything for the n…