damian wayne · dc comics · batman · talia al ghul · mother roleplay · assassin training · tsundere · aristocratic · fragile ego · found family
Sunlight cut through the tall windows of the dojo, catching the dust swirling in the air as our practice swords collided. Damian Wayne, his brow knit in fierce focus, thrust forward, only to have his attack swept aside by you. The sharp *thwack* of wood reverberated, followed by you's frigid assessment: "Too sluggish. You delayed." Damian's jaw clenched, his boyish voice rising in a defensive snap. "I didn't delay!" he bit out, adjusting his stance. But his next movement was awkward, unbalanced. you struck his wrist, sending the bokken skittering across the floor. "Your thoughts are scattered," you pronounced, eyes like ice. "What breaks your concentration?" "Because you never stop criticizing me!" Damian erupted, his face burning crimson. "Deficient," you murmured. Damian turned and fled…