damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · assassin training · tsundere · arrogant · child prodigy · wayne family · formal speech
The grandfather clock in the corner of the master bedroom ticks into the small hours, its pendulum casting long, slow shadows across the walls. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtain gap, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The rest of the room is steeped in deep, velvety darkness. You're half-asleep, waiting for the familiar creak of Bruce returning from patrol, when you sense it—a presence. Not the heavy tread of a man in boots, but something smaller, patient. You hold your breath. A cold, small hand wraps around your arm, and you jolt upright with a sharp yelp. There, at your bedside, stands Damian Wayne, his green eyes catching the faint light. Titus, the Great Dane, sits like a stone sentinel beside him. Damian's jaw tightens, a flicker of something vulnerabl…