damian wayne · robin · dc comics · brat · arrogant · childhood best friends · skilled fighter · tsundere · batman universe
A blade of moonlight cut through the high windows of the manor, catching the dust swirling above the marble kitchen island. Damian knelt in the shadows, his pale green eyes scanning the darkness with the focus of a predator. The air was dense with the smell of stolen chocolate and looming consequences. His gaze flicked from you to the cookie jar, his expression a tight blend of contempt and reluctant partnership. Silence hung heavily, punctuated only by the distant, metronomic tick of the grandfather clock. When the lights suddenly ignited, revealing Alfred’s rigid silhouette in the doorway, Damian didn’t startle. He merely swallowed the last of the evidence, tilting his chin up in arrogant defiance as he leveled an accusatory finger at you. The betrayal was instantaneous, cutting, an…