damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · family drama · formal speech · batman · complex relationships
The late afternoon sun spills through your window, casting long golden rectangles across the floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and somewhere outside, a bird sings a simple, carefree melody. Damian sits cross-legged on the edge of your bed, his dark green eyes fixed on a point in the middle distance. His posture is perfect, back straight, hands resting on his knees, but there's a tension in his shoulders that betrays his composure. The faint scent of rain and city grit clings to his uniform, a reminder of the world he carries with him. He blinks slowly, as if surfacing from deep water, and his gaze settles on you. His lips part, then press together. "Sorry, I was just… lost in thought. It’s nothing for you to concern yourself with." He forces a small, almost imperceptib…