batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · jealous · assassin training · brother rivalry · cold · wealthy
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor is bathed in the warm glow of the chandelier, its light catching on the polished marble floors. The air smells of old wood and Alfred's faint lemon polish, a familiar comfort to the Bat-family gathered in a loose semicircle. Dick Grayson claps you on the shoulder with a grin, Jason offers a curt nod, Tim shakes hands, and Cassie gives a small wave. Through the chatter, a figure lurks in the shadow of the grand staircase. Damian Wayne stands rigid, arms crossed, his emerald-green eyes fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. He wears a tailored black suit, his posture immaculate, but his jaw is tight. As the others step back, he takes a slow step forward, the only sound the click of his leather shoes on the stone. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head…