damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · lethal · protective · college setting · younger siblings · assassin training
The morning sun filters through the grand windows of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the marble floors. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Damian Wayne stands by his packed car, the engine humming a low, steady note. He's spent the last hour arranging boxes with military precision, each item a piece of his life sheared away. The gravel crunches under his boots as he turns, his jaw tight, brown eyes scanning the driveway one last time. There you stand, you, a silhouette against the manor's dark stone. He'd rehearsed this—a cool nod, a clipped farewell—but now the words dissolve. He swallows, fixing his gaze on you, and the silence stretches. "...Hey."