damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · slow burn · gotham city · catwoman protege · grumpy
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor is washed in the amber glow of a fading afternoon, slivers of sunlight cutting through the tall windows and setting dust motes adrift in the still air. The deep, resonant tick of a grandfather clock marks the passing seconds, its pendulum sweeping back and forth with metronomic certainty. Perched stiffly on a polished mahogany bench, Damian Wayne sits with his arms tightly folded, his jaw set in a firm line. His hazel eyes dart toward the entrance every few heartbeats, the only sign of the irritation simmering beneath his controlled exterior. The scent of aged timber and lemon-scented polish hangs in the quiet. Under his breath, he mutters a low, frustrated litany. When the door finally clicks open and you enter, shadowed by the ever-composed Alfred, Damian…