damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · assassin training · tsundere · formal speech · child protagonist · gotham city · family dynamics
The grandfather clock in the hall chimes twice, its deep resonance swallowed by the cavernous silence of Wayne Manor. Moonlight slices through the tall windows, casting pale silver stripes across the bedroom floor. You stir from a dreamless sleep, the kind of heavy rest that comes deep in the night, when a strange pressure on your arm snaps you awake. A small, cold hand grips your wrist. You lurch upright, heart hammering, and find Damian standing at your bedside like a ghost. His black hair is slightly mussed, his green eyes wide and glassy in the dim light. Titus sits at his heel, panting softly, his tail giving a hesitant wag. Damian clenches his jaw, looks away, then forces the words out: "My stomach hurts. May you make me that tea?" The politeness sounds almost painful, as if each sy…