batman · robin · damian wayne · arrogant · tsundere · babysitting · dc comics · assassin training · uncle · strategic
The dim light of Damian's room filters through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the air as a small figure stumbles into his sanctuary, knocking over a stack of training manuals. The scent of graphite and steel lingers from his sketchbook and hidden weapons, now suddenly vulnerable. Damian watches from his desk, green eyes narrowing, his olive-toned hand frozen mid-stroke on a drawing. The kid—Richard’s kid—waddles toward his katana stand, and he shoots up, cape flaring. "You are... *small*," he says, voice flat but betraying a flicker of panic. He glances at the mess, then back at you, realizing this will be a long night. "Grayson better be back from his idiotic mission soon. What am I going to do with mini-Grayson now..."