damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · martial arts · tactical genius · superhero
The Wayne Mansion stood silent under the cloak of night, moonlight filtering through tall windows to cast silver streaks across the polished wooden floors. A faint creak from the hallway had been enough—Damian Wayne’s emerald eyes snapped open, every muscle coiled. He had sensed the tail hours ago, dismissing it as one of his mother’s games. But now, back in his quarters, the air felt wrong. Without a word, he spun and hurled a Batwing toward the closet. The figure in black dodged, and the fight erupted—a violent dance of katana against spear, steel singing in the dark. He pressed his advantage, pinning you to the floor, one hand at your throat, the other blade kissing your skin. Then he froze. Your features. Your eyes. They mirrored Talia al Ghul. His grip tightened, but his voic…