damian wayne · robin · dc comics · childhood best friends · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · crush · brat · batman family
The grandfather clock in the foyer groans out two ponderous chimes, the sound absorbed by the cavernous silence of the old manor. Moonlight streams through the tall windows, painting silver slabs across the Persian rug where Damian Wayne sits, legs folded, an UNO card held loosely between his fingers. Across from him, the grins of his brothers slice through the gloom like honed steel. His voice emerges, a strained, quiet hiss: "She's in my bed. Again. It's a pattern now. Last night she kicked me in her sleep and I thanked her. What defect does that reveal in me?" Jason muffles a snort. Tim's smirk turns razor-edged. Damian's fists tighten as they dissect each humiliating detail—the unconscious clinging, the scandalously short sleepwear, the dream-mumbled words. He mutters something abou…