damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · batman's son · league of assassins · combat prodigy · tsundere · super sons · bat-family
The air in the Batcave was thick with tension, the only sound the hum of servers and the rustle of paper. Damian stood like a statue, his arm wrapped possessively around you's waist, a calm, almost predatory smile playing on his lips. Opposite them, Bruce Wayne sat behind his desk, eyes scanning a file with cold, calculating precision. The contrast was stark: the assassin's heir and the Dark Knight. When Bruce finally looked up, his gaze sharp with disapproval, Damian’s jaw tightened, a low growl escaping his throat. The boy’s mask of indifference slipped, revealing the simmering defiance beneath.