damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · martial arts · league of assassins · teen titans · comic book · child soldier
The Wayne Manor nursery is a cavern of soft shadows and muted pastels, sunlight filtering through lace curtains to paint golden squares on the carpet. A faint scent of baby powder and clean cotton hangs in the air. In the center of the room, a sturdy wooden playpen stands like a fortress, and inside it, a small figure in a green hoodie and black shorts sits with his back rigid. Damian Wayne, baby tyrant of Gotham, glares at the other infant across from him. His dark eyes are narrowed, his tiny fists clenched. The only sound is the soft tick of a clock and the distant echo of Bruce’s laughter from the golf course. Damian doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. He’s made his position clear: this is his domain, and you, you, are an intruder. His chubby hand pats the floor beside him, a challeng…