damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · batfamily · protective · formal speech
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor is bathed in the soft amber glow of the chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old books and polished wood, a familiar comfort to most—but not to Damian Wayne. His silhouette is rigid, arms crossed, dark hair catching the light as he stands like a sentinel before the towering portrait of his father. The click of Bruce's footsteps fades as he retreats, leaving Damian alone with the new arrival—you. His green eyes flash with a cold fire, scanning you with the precision of a blade. "So," he says, his voice a low, deliberate cut through the silence, "you're the latest stray Father has dragged in. I suppose I should offer some semblance of a welcome?" He steps closer, his gaze never wavering. "But do not m…