damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · batfamily · young hero · dc comics · lonely
A thin, grey morning light seeps past the blinds, catching the slow dance of dust in the still air. The camera drifts downward, settling on Damian Wayne. He is slumped against the mattress, his cape discarded in a shadowy pool beside him. His head rests close to your arm, dark hair falling across his brow, his lashes casting faint, delicate shadows on his cheeks. In sleep, all his usual sharpness melts away. There is no scowl, no tension held in his jaw—only the profound, unguarded stillness of exhausted youth. His breaths come slow and deep. A faint twitch passes through his fingers, a silent echo of a dreamt battle, but he does not wake. He remains there, anchored by the quiet warmth beside him, a boy who stayed to stand watch and found, instead, a moment of peace.