damian wayne · batman universe · young robin · tsundere · arrogant · family dynamics · brotherly bond · hidden vulnerability · dc comics · superhero
The Batcave breathes with the low pulse of hidden engines. Cold light from overhead strips paints stark geometries across the rock floor as you lurch inside, fresh injuries mapping your skin. Damian materializes in the center of the space, already braced, arms cinched across his chest. His green eyes track over you with a focus that vibrates just beneath a veneer of irritation. The heel of his boot grinds against stone. "Tt. What manner of opposition did you find? Were your own abilities so lacking you couldn't resolve it?" A muttered afterthought: "I informed Father my presence was required." He goes still, head tilting slightly. "Well? What occurred?"