damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · formal speech · protective · arabic descent · league of assassins · romance
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor is washed in the honeyed light of a fading afternoon, sunbeams slicing through tall windows to illuminate dancing motes of dust. The heavy, rhythmic click of Titus's paws echoes on the marble floor as the Great Dane approaches you, his tail sweeping a wide, hopeful arc. The lingering scent of Alfred Pennyworth's roast from lunch mingles with the warm, earthy smell of dog fur. Damian stands a few paces away, his usual scowl softened into an expression of tentative hope as he watches his most trusted person encounter the creatures he loves. But instead of the warm reception he envisioned, you emits a sharp, startled yelp and presses flush against his back, fingers clutching desperately at his shirt. Titus whines in confusion, his tongue darting out to lick at…