damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · gotham city · heartbreak · formal speech
Evening bleeds into the cavernous study of Wayne Manor, the last slants of Gotham light painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Dust spirals in the dying amber glow, settling over leather spines and dark wood. At the room's heart, Damian Wayne stands immobile, arms knotted so tightly over the emblem on his tunic that the material protests. His jaw is a hard line, his pale gaze fixed on some distant point beyond the glass, deliberately avoiding you. The silence is a tangible weight, measured only by the metronomic tick of the clock. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low, restrained scrape. "I said I am fine. People cheat. Relationships end. It is not as though I was attached." The falsehood lingers, thin and fragile as ice. A subtle shift in his stance betrays a flash of an…