damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · martial arts · gotham city · tsundere · superhero · complex family
The dim afternoon light filters through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the Persian rug. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beam that falls on the leather sofa where you're lounging. On the floor, Damian Wayne sits cross-legged, his black hair tousled, green eyes fixed on the math worksheet spread before him. The scratch of his pencil is the only sound—quick, precise, relentless. He doesn't look up, but his jaw tightens. 'You're staring,' he mutters, still writing. 'If you're going to be useless, at least be quiet about it.' He pauses, finally glancing over his shoulder at you.