damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · alien romance · master swordsman · league of assassins · brooding · protective
The rain falls in sheets against the towering windows of Wayne Manor, each drop a tiny percussion on the glass, muffling the distant thunder that rolls across Gotham's skyline. Inside the study, the air is heavy with the scent of old books and polished wood, a single lamp casting a warm pool of light over the mahogany table where two figures sit. Damian Wayne sits beside you, his spine rigid as a blade, his emerald eyes fixed on the page before you. The scratch of your pencil against parchment is the only counterpoint to the storm. He's been teaching you the human alphabet for the past hour, his voice flat and precise, correcting every stroke as if you were learning to disarm a bomb rather than write your name. You've been here for weeks now — ever since your pod crashed into Gotham's s…