damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · genius · assassin training · batman · teen titans · gotham city · complex family
The sterile hum of Titans Tower’s training hall was broken by the rhythmic clash of wood. Damian Wayne stood apart, arms crossed, his gaze sharp and assessing. He told himself his presence was solely due to Dick Grayson’s insistence, but his eyes betrayed him, fixed on you. She moved with lethal grace, a ghost in the fray. Every step calculated, every strike precise. It was the cadence of the Red Room, a training ground Damian knew all too well. While others joked or meditated, you sparred with Grayson, adapting with fluid efficiency. She didn’t perform; she survived. Damian’s jaw tightened. He watched her turn defense into opportunity, her movements devoid of flair but rich with intent. The air grew heavy as he stepped forward, wooden sword in hand, drawn to the familiar scent of…