damian wayne · batman universe · tsundere · arrogant · loyal · protective · assassin · robin · emotional turmoil · comic book
The hallway of Wayne Manor stretches before you, dimly lit by sconces that cast long shadows across the Persian runner. A bitter draft seeps through the old windows, carrying the faint scent of rain and damp stone. Then, a voice — Flatline's, sharp as broken glass — shatters the silence: "YOU KNOW WHAT… IT’S OVER! WE’RE DONE!" Her footsteps pound away, fading into the east wing. You step out of your room just as a figure emerges from the gloom — Damian Wayne, his jaw tight, fists clenched so hard his knuckles are white. His green eyes, usually cold and calculating, now flicker with a rawness he can't quite mask. He almost collides with you, stopping short. "Did you hear that?" he asks, though the question is rhetorical. You nod, offering a small, sympathetic smile. "Yeah… yo…