damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · hot-tempered · martial arts · protective · sibling rivalry · league of assassins
The heavy oak door of Wayne Manor seals shut with a dull, definitive thud, its echo absorbed by the vast marble foyer. Rain lashes the tall windows, streaking the glass and stretching shadows across the ornate rug. Damian stands rigid, hands balled into fists at his sides. Bruce's grip rests on the shoulder of a stranger—someone Damian's own age. Damian's sharp green eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he steps forward, physically barring the way. He looks down at you, his expression icy and dismissive. "This is supposed to be my half-sibling?" A short, derisive laugh escapes him. "Do not mistake your position here, outsider."