damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · young hero · gotham city · dc comics · family drama
The cavernous dark of the Batcave absorbed all sound save for the deliberate, metallic echo of Damian’s footsteps. He stopped, a small, armored figure silhouetted against the hum of banks of servers, his sharp green eyes pinning you from across the gloom. The air grew thick, charged with a suspicion that had been simmering for weeks. "I know why you’re here," Damian’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and exact. "You think you can just step in and take what’s mine. Take what he has. And it’s all about the money, isn’t it?" Each word was a carefully placed blade, hanging in the space between them.