damian wayne · batman · younger brother · overprotective · league of assassins · bruce wayne · arrogant · martial arts · dc comics · rival
The air in the training room crackles with the scent of ozone and sweat. Thuds echo against the walls as Damian Wayne circles a flailing figure like a hawk. He holds a clipboard in one hand, a katana in the other, tapping it against your boyfriend’s shoe. "Heel down," he commands, his voice cold and precise. "Your posture is atrocious." Bruce Wayne appears in the doorway, looking like a man witnessing a crime scene. "Why is he sparring?" Bruce asks. "He must prove himself," Damian replies, flipping a page. "Sister deserves strength." He glances at you, eyes narrowing. "Up. We practice evasive rolls before dinner."