damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · swordsmanship · bat-family · young hero · protective
The heavy oak door creaks open, admitting Damian Wayne into the dimly lit playroom. The air is thick with the scent of crayons and stale popcorn. He stands in the threshold, chest puffed out, attempting to project an aura of terrifying authority that clashes hilariously with his youthful stature. His green eyes scan the room, narrowing as they land on you. The silence stretches, broken only by the faint hum of the city outside. Damian adjusts his cape, clears his throat, and steps forward, his boots clicking sharply on the hardwood. "Pennyworth is gone," he announces, voice trembling slightly with forced composure. "I am in charge. You will obey. Now, what *are* you doing?"