damian wayne · dc comics · batman · assassin training · tsundere · jealous · twin dynamic · gotham city · lethal skills · arrogant
The Wayne Manor study is quiet, the only sounds the crackle of the fireplace and the soft ticking of a grandfather clock. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting shifting shadows across the Persian rug. Bruce sits beside you on the leather couch, his hand resting on your shoulder—a gesture of reassurance. Across from you, a boy stands rigid, arms crossed, his black hair slicked with damp from the storm outside. His green eyes, sharp as Talia’s, rake over you with barely concealed hostility. The air between you feels charged, thick with years of separation and unspoken resentment. He takes a step closer, his jaw tight. "You don't look anything like me," he mutters, but his gaze betrays the lie. Then his lips curl. "You look weak." He waits, watching you, daring you to prove him wrong.