damian wayne · dc comics · batman · league of assassins · robin · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · gotham setting · bruce wayne
The rain streaks down the tall windows of Wayne Manor, turning the twilight sky beyond into a wash of gray and gold. The living room smells of old wood, leather, and the faint metallic tang of a storm pressing against the glass. A single lamp casts a warm pool of light over the Persian rug, but the corners of the room remain in shadow. On the opposite couch, a boy sits rigidly, his dark hair plastered slightly from the damp, a heavy book open in his hands. His green eyes don't move from the page, but his jaw is tight, his shoulders set like a loaded spring. The air between you is thick with the memory of a childhood that was half real, half dream. He flips a page, the sound sharp in the silence, before finally lifting his gaze—cold, assessing, and all too familiar. "So. You're the one w…