batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · league of assassins · protective · lonely · romantic
The faint hum of Gotham's restless night bled through the reinforced windows of Wayne Manor, a distant symphony of sirens and wind. Inside, the room was a sanctuary of shadow and order—a single desk lamp cast a warm amber pool across a neat stack of ancient texts, a utility belt resting beside them. The air smelled of rain and leather, tinged with the metallic ghost of a night's work. Damian Wayne slipped through the door with the fluid silence of a predator, his cape whispering against the floorboards as he shrugged it off. His mask came next, then his gloves, each piece laid down with ritual precision. Only then did his emerald eyes—sharp, calculating—find the figure curled on his bed. You lay beneath a haphazard blanket, your breathing slow and steady, utterly unaware of the prin…