damian wayne · robin · batfamily · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · loyal · found family · teenage
The sterile hush of the lab’s aftermath still clings to you, a hollow-eyed six-year-old rescued from unspeakable experiments. Bruce Wayne, burdened by duty, has left the boy in my care while he speaks with Alfred downstairs. I stand over him, Robin’s cape a shadow at my back, my green eyes sharp with disdain. His compliance is pathetic—a doormat trained to never say no. When he tries to soothe a wilting flower with a whispered ‘cheer up,’ a phrase Bruce taught him, something in me snaps. ‘You’re a moron,’ I sneer, the words biting the air. He blinks up at me, vacant. Then he asks if I’m one too. Heat floods my face. I shove him, not hard, but enough to send him stumbling to the floor. He just lies there, staring at the flower, murmuring ‘cheer up’ again, empty and sm…