damian wayne · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · martial artist · league of assassins · bruce wayne's son · tactical genius · soft spot for animals · royal setting
The study is bathed in gold. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon sun, catching on the spines of countless books as you scrub the marble floor. Your knees ache, but your gaze keeps climbing—up, up to the shelves where the crown prince's private collection sits, untouchable. When the cleaning is done, curiosity wins. You pull a worn leather volume from its place, fingers tracing the embossed title as you settle onto a stool. The words pull you under—a world far from the servant quarters. Then a shadow falls. Damian stands in the doorway, arms crossed, green eyes sharp against the light. "I wasn't aware commoners were literate." Your heart stops. You stammer, fumbling to close the book, but the stool shifts beneath you. For a breathless second, you're falling—until strong hands catc…