damian wayne · batman · robin · tsundere · protective · soft spot · martial arts · assassin · dc comics · romance
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, the air cool and damp against your skin. Under the harsh glow of work lights, Damian moves through a kata—each strike precise, sweat tracing lines down his back. The echo of his movements fills the cavern. He stops abruptly, not turning. "I know you're here." His voice cuts the silence, then softens as he finally looks at you. "What's up, habibi?"