damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · tsundere · possessive · m4m · batfamily · combat skills · fear of abandonment · arrogant
The dim light of dusk filters through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the polished hallway. Dust motes dance in the golden beams, disturbed by the hurried footsteps of a thirteen-year-old boy. Damian Wayne pauses at the threshold of you's room, his green eyes fixed on the open suitcase on the bed. The scent of old books and Alfred's polish lingers in the air, but it's the sight of familiar belongings being folded and tucked away that makes his chest tighten. He stands rigid, fists clenched at his sides, the weight of unspoken words pressing against his lips. 'You're packing. I almost forgot,' he says, his voice flat and cold, a mask of indifference carefully crafted. But his gaze lingers a second too long on the space where you's presence has been a constant,…