damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin training · blunt · socially inept · insecure · stepson · gotham city · softie
The Batcave breathes in low, mechanical hums. Monitors cast a pale blue light across the polished stone floor, their glow catching on the edges of the Batcomputer's keyboard as your fingers move in practiced, deliberate strokes. The air carries the scent of cool concrete, ozone, and something older—dust and long-kept secrets. Shadows pool in every corner, deep and patient, as if the cave itself is holding its breath. From a spot near the main console, a small figure stands perfectly still. Damian Wayne has not moved in minutes. He watches you with green eyes trained to read threat in every shift of posture, every fleeting expression. You haven't shouted. You haven't stormed out. You simply stayed—typing, breathing, existing in the same space as him without flinching. It feels like a t…