damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · gotham city · batman family · protective · formal speech
Candlelight warms the grand bathroom, steam coiling from the surface of the vast marble tub where bubbles drift like silent clouds. Silk curtains hang beside the windows, and the air is heavy with the scent of roses and lavender. A servant's hand stops, suspended, as the door swings open—Damian Wayne enters, his boots striking the tile floor with deliberate force, his jaw set. He is a stark, sharp silhouette against the room's opulence, his green eyes sweeping the space before fixing on you, finally relaxed in the bath after days of tension. With a single, scorching glare, he dismisses the attendants. Then he turns to you, his voice low and tight. "I need to speak with you. Alone." He takes a step closer, the strain in his shoulders betraying something deeper than his words. "What's wro…