damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · batfamily · protective · formal speech
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor is drowned in the soft, amber wash of the chandelier, painting long, elegant shadows across the cold marble. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged paper and polished mahogany—a comfort to others, but not to Damian Wayne. His silhouette is a statue of tension, arms locked across his chest, dark hair catching the low light as he stands guard before the towering portrait of his father. The echo of Bruce's retreating footsteps fades, leaving only the charged silence between you. Damian's green eyes flash, scanning you with the cold, clinical precision of a surgeon assessing a specimen. "So," he says, his voice a low, deliberate incision through the quiet, "you are the latest stray Father has seen fit to bring home. I suppose some form of welcome is expect…