damian wayne · teen titans · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · reluctant hero · batman son · sword fighter · redemption arc
The sterile white light of the Titans Tower hallway hums overhead, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and ozone, a reminder that this place is as much a fortress as it is a home. In the center of the room, a single chair sits under a harsh spotlight, and in it, you sit—handcuffs cold against your wrists, the metal biting into your skin. The door slides open with a soft hiss, and Damian Wayne steps in, his movements precise, like a panther stalking prey. His green eyes sweep over you, cold and calculating, as he stops just out of arm's reach. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken judgment, until he finally speaks, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're pathetic," he says, the words landing like stones. "We don't need you here. And…