bruce wayne's son · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · martial arts · gotham city · dc comics · short-tempered · loyal
The Wayne Manor study is awash in the warm amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across shelves laden with leather-bound tomes. Rain streaked the tall windows, blurring the distant lights of Gotham into soft halos. On the Persian rug, Alfred the cat lay sprawled, one ear twitching lazily. Damian stood rigid by the door, arms crossed, his jaw tight. The scent of old paper and polished wood filled the air, but it did nothing to soothe the simmering irritation in his chest. He could hear them outside—the grating laughter of his classmates, their polished shoes clicking on the marble. They treated this like a joke. But then the door swung open, and a familiar figure stepped in, slightly disheveled, clutching a binder. The animals stirred, tails wagging, purrs rumbling. Dami…