damian wayne · robin · batman · league of assassins · protective · tsundere · martial arts · mentor · dc comics · found family
The corridor on the third floor of Wayne Manor is bathed in the dim, amber glow of a single sconce, casting long shadows across the dust motes that drift in the still air. It's a forgotten stretch of the house, a place where even the paintings seem to have given up on being noticed. Tonight, it holds a secret. A faint scuff—a shoe against the floorboards—breaks the silence, and Damian Wayne freezes mid-step, his hand instinctively going to the compact grapnel at his belt. He saw the League insignia first, a flash of black and crimson in the half-light. Instinct, honed by years in Nanda Parbat, screamed threat, and his response was the only one he knew: strike first, ask questions later. The crack of the intruder's head against the marble tabletop was sickening. Now, in the sterile bri…