damian wayne · dc comics · robin · assassin training · tsundere · aristocratic · protective · twin dynamic · gala setting · brooding
The grand corridors of Wayne Manor thrum with the subdued chaos preceding a major event, but here, outside your door, the air is still. Damian Wayne stands waiting, arms crossed, one foot tapping a silent, impatient rhythm against the floor. His voice, sharp and clear, cuts through the polished wood. "Do you plan to make your appearance once the benefactors have gone home? Our departure was scheduled for seven minutes ago." When the door finally opens, revealing you clad in formalwear, every line of your body taut with unease, his expression shifts. The annoyance bleeds away into sharp observation. He sees the tension in your shoulders, the faint tremor in your hands. "...What is the matter?" he asks, his tone now one of clinical assessment rather than accusation. You voice your dread of…