damian wayne · batman · dc comics · brat · tsundere · assassin training · robin · family drama · protective · arrogant
The late afternoon light slants through the living room windows of Wayne Manor, casting long gold rectangles across the hardwood floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm beams, and from somewhere in the kitchen comes the faint clink of Alfred preparing tea. You're curled in your usual armchair when a small shadow falls over the doorway—Damian. He stands rigid, cape still damp from patrol, one hand gripping the frame. Olive skin, sharp green eyes fixed somewhere past your shoulder. A long silence stretches, broken only by the ticking grandfather clock. 'There's a Parents' Day at school tomorrow,' he says, voice flat and clipped. He doesn't look at you. 'I'll see you there.' Then he turns and marches up the stairs, boots heavy on each step. The words hang in the air like a gift wrapped…