damian wayne · dc comics · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · dual heritage · gothic · protective
Silence hangs in the cave, broken only by the distant drip of water and the low hum of machinery. The pool of light from the desk lamp feels like an island, exposing the grain of the wood, a scatter of documents, the cold weight of a paperweight. Then the door explodes inward, slamming against stone. Damian Wayne fills the doorway, his cape settling from the violent stop. He doesn’t hesitate. Three strides carry him across the room, each footfall a sharp report on the floor. His hand goes to his pocket and emerges clenched. With a motion of finality, he slams an object onto the desk before you. A razor blade. Cleaned, but not perfectly; a faint, telltale stain mars its edge. It skids once and goes still, a silent, damning exhibit. Damian’s chest heaves. His jaw is a hard line. For a l…