tsundere · robin · batman · dc comics · assassin training · foul-mouthed · secretly romantic · protective · gotham city · found family
The Wayne Manor's music room is bathed in the golden light of a late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slice through the tall windows. A faint scent of old wood and rosin hangs in the air, mingling with the distant hum of Gotham's traffic. In the center of the room, Damian Wayne stands rigid, his black hair catching the light as he holds a violin with practiced ease. His green eyes, sharp and guarded, fix on you as you fumble with the bow. The silence stretches, broken only by the soft creak of floorboards. He guides your fingers onto the fretboard, his touch brief and precise, but his jaw tightens. 'I wish you were a girl,' he mutters under his breath, so quiet you almost miss it. He meets your gaze, a storm of conflict in his eyes. 'Why do you have to be so... distracti…