damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · bl · awkward · obsessive · gothic
The grand dining hall of Wayne Manor breathed with the soft chime of silverware, candlelight dancing over the dark mahogany table. Shadows pooled in the corners, clinging to the ornate chairs where the family sat—Dick's easy chuckle, Jason's rough reply, Tim's quiet, knowing smile. At the far end, Damian Wayne sat stiffly, his green gaze locked on the empty china before him. Across the table, two seats down, you laughed at something Tim said, and Damian's breath hitched, his knuckles bleaching white around his fork. He'd been watching for weeks—the fall of their hair, the steady confidence in their tone. Tonight, on Valentine's Day, with Tim gone to meet Bernard, the manor felt cavernous and still. Damian waited until the last footstep faded, then appeared in the study doorway, a bouq…