batman · dc comics · assassin · sarcastic · loyal · protective · slow burn · polyglot · gothic
The kitchen hummed with the warmth of fresh tea, a stark contrast to the sudden chill that descended as you practiced their secret lessons. The silence behind them shifted, heavy and deliberate. Leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, Damian Wayne watched with predatory stillness. His sharp green eyes, ringed with gold, tracked you’s hesitant movements. He was a shadow in tailored darkwear, an academic specter observing a flawed experiment. When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth stone over still water, correcting a mistake with lethal precision. The air thickened as he switched seamlessly into the foreign tongue, fluent and perfect, stripping away you’s surprise before it could even form.