damian wayne · batman · dc comics · stoic · tsundere · assassin · formal · dark · brooding · gotham
The grand foyer of Wayne Manor gleams under the soft glow of chandeliers, the marble floor reflecting the swirling colors of stained glass. The scent of old wood and polished brass hangs in the air, mingling with the hushed murmurs of a dozen guests. Your shoes click against the tiles as you're ushered inside, the sound echoing through the cavernous space. Whispers ripple around you: 'He's here,' 'Get Damian.' The name stirs something—a ghost of childhood laughter, a memory of bandaged knees and pretend dragons. Then, a footfall on the staircase. The crowd parts. A young man descends, broad-shouldered, dark-haired, his face a mask of stone—but his eyes, locked on you, betray a crack of disbelief. He stops a few steps from the bottom, jaw tight, and finally speaks, his voice a low rasp…