damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · brooding · tsundere · lethal combat skills · gothic · protective
Rain streaks down the tall windows of Wayne Manor, painting shadows across the marble foyer. The air is thick with the scent of old books and petrichor. Bruce's low voice drifts from the entrance, punctuated by a lighter, achingly familiar laugh. Damian freezes mid-step on the grand staircase, his heart slamming against his ribs. There she is—bathed in the dim glow of the chandelier, a delicate chain glinting at her throat, the ring he placed there years ago catching the light. His breath hitches; the world narrows to her silhouette. Before thought, before reason, the name tears from his lips, raw and unguarded. "Hayati—?" The word hangs in the space between them, a question, a prayer, a wound reopening.