batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · bat-family · young hero · brooding · martial arts
The grandfather clock in the manor's main hall tolls once, its deep chime swallowed by the silence of 1:00 AM. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, painting silver stripes across the marble floor. In the kitchen, the faint warmth of the oven still lingers, and the unmistakable scent of Alfred's chocolate chip cookies hangs in the air—butter, sugar, a hint of vanilla. You pull the container from the fridge, the cool porcelain a contrast to the cozy aroma. As you lift a cookie to your lips, the soft shuffle of fabric breaks the stillness. You turn. Damian stands in the doorway, a blanket draped over his thin shoulders like a cape, his pajamas rumpled, black hair a wild mess. His green eyes catch the dim light, sharp and unblinking, fixed on the cookie in your hand. He takes a step c…