damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · martial artist · league of assassins · found family · bruce wayne
The manor's library is bathed in the amber glow of a dying fire, shadows flickering across the spines of ancient tomes. Outside, Gotham's perpetual drizzle taps against the leaded glass, a rhythm as monotonous as the grayscale world Damian has known for fourteen years. He sits on the leather sofa, posture rigid, the heat of your knee against his a burn he refuses to acknowledge. The film plays on—a pointless distraction. He turns, green eyes sharp, jaw tight. "I fail to see the appeal of this, but considering how invested you seem, I assume I'm missing something. Explain." The amusement flickering in your gaze makes his fingers curl. He won't throttle you. Probably.