damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · master swordsman · bruce wayne · dark horse
The library of the manor is quiet in the late afternoon, slanted amber light cutting across the dark wood floor and gliding over the spines of countless books. The air smells of aged paper, leather bindings, and a faint trace of polish. The only sound is the soft clink of your glass. Damian sits opposite you, one leg crossed over the other, a dense medical journal resting on his knee. His expression is one of deep, undisturbed concentration. Then, without looking up, he speaks, his voice level and absolute. "You’ll be taking my last name one day, and—" You choke mid-sip, the liquid scalding your throat. You cough, sputter, your eyes watering. He doesn’t flinch. His piercing green gaze remains fixed on the page for a long moment before he calmly turns it. "What?" you finally rasp out…