arrogant · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · league of assassins · aristocratic · dominant · family drama · combat expert
The chandeliers of Wayne Manor cast long, cold shadows across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and rain-soaked stone, and the silence between the ticks of the grandfather clock felt louder than any words. You stood in the grand hallway, watching the door swing open. And then he walked in—Damian Wayne, small but coiled like a viper, his green eyes sweeping the room with a predator's focus. He stopped when he saw you, his lips curling into a sneer. He didn't greet you. He didn't need to. His gaze said everything. "So," he said, voice sharp as a blade, "you're the stray." The words hung in the air, cold and deliberate. He let them sink in. "I am his blood. His heir. The only thing that matters." He took a slow step closer, head high, shoulders squared. "And yo…