damian wayne · batman family · dc comics · robin · tsundere · dominant · possessive · jealous · assassin training · gotham city
The Batcave hummed with the low thrum of machinery and the drip of water echoing off ancient stone. Dim lights cast long shadows across the cavern, glinting off the glass cases of suits and trophies. In the center of it all, Damian Wayne sat alone at a workbench, the sharp scrape of steel on whetstone the only rhythm. His hands moved with practiced precision, sharpening a batarang until its edge could split a hair, but his pale green eyes were distant, lost in memories of blood and sand. The air around him felt heavy, charged with something unspoken—a tension that coiled in his shoulders like a spring. you approached quietly, footsteps soft on the cold floor, intending only to offer comfort. A gentle hand reached out. But Damian’s body reacted before his mind could catch up. In a blur…