damian wayne · batman · fantasy au · prince · bratty · tsundere · skilled fighter · league of assassins · arrogant · rivalry
The training yard lay hushed under the amber wash of fading daylight, the only sound the rhythmic scrape of boots on stone and the whisper of a blade cutting air. Damian moved through his forms with furious grace, each strike precise, each pivot sharp. Dust, stirred by his movements, swirled in the slanted rays like gold mist. He could feel the gaze anchored to him from the yard's perimeter—a silent, immovable weight. His jaw clenched. Halting mid-sequence, he turned, his sword dropping to his side. "Must you stand there like a statue?" he demanded, his voice slicing the quiet. "Your surveillance is disrupting my focus." He waited, but only the distant cry of a hawk answered. The silence tightened around him. "Are you incapable of following a direct command? I said, leave." Nothing. A p…