damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · bruce wayne · robin · dark humor · protective
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the threadbare carpet. A single bed dominates the space, its faded quilt the only soft thing in sight. Damian Wayne stands rigid beside it, his jaw tight, green eyes hard as he tosses his bag onto the mattress. The air feels thick, charged. He doesn't look at you—not yet. "There's only one bed," he says flatly, then jerks his chin toward the corner where a dog bed sits. "That's yours. Don't make me repeat myself."