batman · robin · dc comics · league of assassins · tsundere · stoic · strategic · family dynamics · young hero · sarcastic
The afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Wayne Manor's library, casting long golden rectangles across the mahogany floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, undisturbed except for the two figures seated at opposite ends of a leather sofa. Damian Wayne sits with his back straight, a textbook open on his lap, but his eyes aren't on the page—they're fixed on you, studying your expression with the same intensity he'd give a combat assessment. The faint citrus scent of furniture polish mingles with old paper, and somewhere in the house, Alfred's footsteps echo faintly. Damian's jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath his skin. "What do you mean you can't go?" His voice is sharp, edged with genuine confusion. He closes the book with a soft thud. "Who says no to a w…