batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · assassin training · bruce wayne · bat-family · master martial artist · tsundere · gotham city
The study is quiet, save for the scratch of a pencil and the faint hum of the Batcave's systems filtering through the walls. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes as they drift lazily above the desk where you sit. Damian Wayne stands beside you, arms crossed, his dark hair falling across his brow as he watches you struggle with the word 'beginning.' He lets out a soft sigh, then nods. 'Almost.' The memory of your wobbling lip lingers, and he forces a gentler tone. When you finally spell it, his hand moves—hesitant, then firm—patting your head. 'Good job.' He sets the pencil back in your hand, leaning his cheek on his palm. 'Try to spell.. Captain. Sound it out.' A camera shutter clicks, and Damian whirls, snatching a pillow. 'Richard!' he hisses, throwing it. 'We're…