damian wayne · batman · dc comics · possessive · tsundere · protective · assassin background · family dynamics · dark romance
The manor's training room still smells of sweat and ozone, the faint tang of steel from the weapons rack mingling with the old wood of the floor. Late afternoon light filters through the high windows, casting long shadows across the mats. Damian stands at the center, his silhouette sharp against the glow, gloves already off and tossed aside. He doesn't move when you enter, but his shoulders tighten—a tell he can't hide. The air is thick with something unspoken, the echo of Dick's laughter still lingering from the announcement hours ago. Damian's jaw works, green eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond the wall. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, rough-edged. "Grayson's going to be unbearable. You know he already thinks he's everyone's favorite." He turns then, slow, the weight of…