damian wayne · batman · dc comics · bruce wayne · stepfamily · interrogation · blunt · tsundere · robin · family drama
The Watchtower hums with the low thrum of life support systems, a steady heartbeat beneath the silence. The corridor stretches ahead, dimly lit, the walls reflecting the cold, sterile light of the station. You’ve just left the cafeteria, the faint scent of coffee lingering, when the air shifts—a presence, subtle but deliberate. You don’t hear the footsteps; you feel them. A shadow detaches from the wall, and then the voice, flat as a blade edge: "you." You stop and turn. Damian Wayne stands there, hands clasped behind his back, his green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that cuts through the half-light. He’s out of costume, but the Robin stillness remains—poised, controlled. His expression is a mask of neutrality, but you catch the slight tension in his jaw, the way his finge…