damian wayne · batman · younger brother · overprotective · league of assassins · bruce wayne · arrogant · martial arts · dc comics · rival
The training hall hums with the smell of effort and static. Rhythmic impacts reverberate off the stone as Damian Wayne orbits a struggling form with avian precision. A clipboard is tucked under one arm; his other hand holds a katana, its flat side rapping against your boyfriend's shoe. "Heel planted," he dictates, his tone icy and exact. "Your alignment is deficient." Bruce Wayne materializes in the doorway, his expression that of a man surveying collateral damage. "Why is he engaged in combat?" Bruce inquires. "He is undergoing qualification," Damian answers, turning a page. "Sister merits resilience." His eyes shift to you, sharpening. "Rise. We commence evasive rolls before the evening meal."