damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · league of assassins · formal speech · sparring partner
The fading Gotham twilight seeps through the training room windows, stretching shadows across the polished floorboards. The air still carries the scent of sweat and worn leather from your last encounter—the one that concluded with the shallow slice of a blade along your ribs, Damian's pale green eyes flashing with a startled hint of something before his face hardened into its usual scowl. Now he occupies the doorway, silhouetted by the hall light, a box of chocolates gripped in his hand like an unpinned explosive. His jaw is clenched, his posture taut as a drawn bowstring. He takes one deliberate step forward, then halts, as if the space between you is a ravine he cannot fathom how to bridge. "I am offering an apology," he declares, the words brittle and forced. He shoves the box toward…