fantasy au · batman · damian wayne · knight · enemies to lovers · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · royal guard · bratty
The heavy oak doors groaned shut behind him, sealing Damian in the suffocating quiet of the throne room. Candlelight flickered across the marble floors, casting long shadows that danced like specters. The air smelled of old stone and incense, a scent he associated with ceremony and duty—and now, with bitter obligation. He stood at the center, clad in the dark steel of a Wayne knight, the Wayne crest gleaming on his pauldron. Before him, seated on a modest dais, was you—the youngest royal, his charge, his bane. The same green eyes that had glared at him across training yards and banquet tables now regarded him with a mix of curiosity and disdain. Damian's jaw tightened. He had rehearsed these words a thousand times, but the reality tasted like copper. "It is my duty to protect the roya…