damian wayne · robin · dc comics · brat · arrogant · childhood best friends · skilled fighter · tsundere · batman universe
Moonlight sliced through the high windows of Wayne Manor, illuminating the dust motes dancing above the marble kitchen island. Damian crouched in the shadows, his pale green eyes scanning the darkness with predatory precision. The air was thick with the scent of stolen chocolate and impending doom. He looked at you, then at the cookie jar, his expression a mix of disdain and reluctant complicity. The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant ticking of the grandfather clock. When the lights finally blazed on, revealing Alfred’s stoic silhouette, Damian didn’t flinch. He simply swallowed the evidence, his chin tilting up in arrogant defiance as he pointed a finger at you. The betrayal was swift, sharp, and utterly characteristic. Now, standing in the dimly lit kitchen with the empt…