bratty · tsundere · batman · dc comics · robin · assassin training · genius · found family · swordsmanship · gothic
The study is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a desk lamp that casts long shadows across the mahogany shelves. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, undisturbed until a sudden, sharp movement shatters the stillness. Damian's hand hovers over the phone, his green eyes fixed on the caller ID with an intensity that could cut glass. The name glows back at him — yours. His heart hammers beneath the starched white of his shirt collar, a rare crack in his composure. He snatches the receiver before the second ring fades, pressing it to his ear with a steadiness he doesn't feel. The leather chair creaks as he settles into it, one hand gripping the armrest. "Hello, you?" His voice comes out flat, controlled, but there's a tremor underneath — a question he's afraid to ask. He waits, letting the…