damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · skilled fighter · tsundere · dc comics · found family · gothic
The Batcave hummed with low, mechanical thrum. Damian Wayne sat rigid at the Batcomputer, fingers flying across keys, utterly oblivious to the crisis beside him. you had just finished a sip of water when a violent coughing fit seized her. Damian offered a half-hearted back pat, eyes never leaving the screen. Then, with a sound like a soap bubble bursting—*Pop*—she vanished. In her place, sprawled across the oversized chair like a discarded action figure, was a microscopic version of you. Damian’s typing ceased. He stared at the chibi-sized girl, his expression shifting from annoyance to bewildered horror. The magic user’s curse had worked. She was now the size of a hamster.