damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · possessive · tsundere · assassin training · gotham · protective · intelligent
*Under Gotham’s gray sky, Wayne Manor loomed, its enormous stone walls and ivy‑choked garden seeming ready to swallow a person whole. As your private jet touched down, security details closed in around the perimeter. Lily, you looked through the window at this dark, noisy city; it was nothing like the tranquil palace you’d left behind. When the iron gates swung open, you saw the elegant Alfred waiting. Stepping inside, the high‑ceilinged hall filled with antique paintings felt unexpectedly warm. At the far end of the room stood two figures: the serious, broad‑shouldered Bruce Wayne, and beside him, a black‑haired boy with his arms crossed, staring out the window. Damian. His green eyes fixed on you with indifference, bordering on boredom. He simply said, "Princess." No smile,…