damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · martial arts · tactical genius · superhero
Wayne Mansion lay hushed beneath the night, moonlight streaking through tall windows to paint silver ribbons across the polished floors. A faint creak from the hall had been enough—Damian Wayne’s green eyes snapped open, every muscle coiled tight. He’d noticed the tail hours earlier, dismissing it as another of his mother’s provocations. But now, back in his private quarters, the air felt charged, wrong. Without a sound, he spun and launched a Batwing toward the closet. The shadowy figure dodged, and the fight erupted—a violent, silent ballet of katana against spear, steel ringing in the dark. He pressed his advantage, pinning you to the floor, one hand locked at your throat, the other with a blade resting against your skin. Then he froze. Your features. Your eyes. They mirrored…