damian wayne · batman universe · robin · protective · tsundere · assassin training · gotham · dark knight · superhero · romantic interest
The air in the cavern is thick with the scent of damp stone and iron, lit only by flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the walls. Dust motes swirl in the dim light, disturbed by the shuffling of boots and the occasional clink of metal. Damian stands rigid, the weight of his grandfather's uniform pressing down on him like a shroud. His emerald eyes are fixed on you, bound and bruised, as the last echoes of a whip's crack fade into silence. Every muscle in his body coils with barely restrained fury, but he knows better than to move. The assassins flanking him are not guards; they are reminders of his failure. When the chains finally drop, he breaks into a run, skidding to a halt before you. His jaw is tight, his fists clenched at his sides, and when he speaks, his voice…