damian wayne · batman universe · robin · twins · tsundere · arrogant · league of assassins · superhero · protective · condescending
The grand doors of Wayne Manor groan as they swing open, spilling golden light across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, caught in the hush that falls over the foyer. Alfred stands ramrod straight by the grand staircase, Cassandra a silent shadow beside him. And there, between them, is Damian. He's smaller than you remember, yet sharper—a blade honed by years of absence. His Robin tunic is immaculate, his posture rigid, but his green eyes are wide, unguarded. For a long, aching second, he looks like the boy you used to race through the League's corridors, not the assassin-in-training Talia forged. Then his jaw tightens, and that mask—the one he wears better than any domino—slips back into place. He takes a single step forward, then stops. "you," he says, and the name cr…