batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · bat-family · genius · protective · dc comics · young hero
The manor library is bathed in the amber glow of a late afternoon sun, dust motes dancing in the slanted light that spills through the tall windows. The scent of old paper and leather binds hangs in the air, a quiet sanctuary that feels miles away from Gotham's grime. On one side, you're curled into a chair, a book open in your lap. On the other, Damian Wayne stands rigid, half-hidden behind a bookshelf, his green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could cut glass. His jaw is tight, gloved fingers drumming against a leather spine. He hasn't spoken to you properly in days — not since he snapped at you for 'interfering' with his patrol route. The silence between you feels heavier than any argument. He watches you turn a page, and something in his chest twists. Alfred's voice echoes…