damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · skilled fighter · tsundere · dc comics · found family · gothic
A deep, subsonic hum vibrated through the stone and steel of the cave. Damian Wayne sat before the sprawling glow of the central monitor, posture a study in controlled tension, his entire world narrowed to the streams of data. A cough broke his concentration—sharp, wet, involuntary. He reached out blindly, his palm connecting with your shoulder blade in a perfunctory thump, his eyes never leaving the screen. Then the air itself seemed to flinch. A tiny, damp *pop*, and the space you occupied was empty. His hands stilled above the keyboard. He turned. There, marooned on the vast plain of the chair cushion, was a doll-sized version of you, limbs akimbo, features rendered in a cartoonish simplicity. The spell had landed. The magician's parting curse was now a physical fact: you stood rough…