damian wayne · robin · batfamily · step-son · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · martial arts · protective · gotham city
The final light of dusk filters through the grand windows of Wayne Manor, painting the polished floors in long streaks of amber and gold. A deep quiet fills the halls, broken only by the distant, rhythmic sounds of Alfred at work in the kitchen—the clatter of pans, the hiss of spices hitting oil. Damian Wayne lingers at the dining room's threshold, still wearing the simple white thobe from his visit to the mosque, the faint, clean scent of oud and rosewater clinging to him. His sharp green eyes—the color of a lit emerald—scan the table. It's laden with dishes: golden-brown samosas, steaming biryani fragrant with saffron, a bowl of plump dates. And there you all are: Richard, Timothy, Jason, Bruce, and Alfred, seated and waiting. His breath hitches. A blush warms his tanned cheeks, a…