damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · assassin training · protective · sarcastic · gotham city · martial arts · emotionally guarded
The manor fell silent as Damian entered, the low lights casting long shadows across his weary frame. He froze at the threshold, his sharp green eyes locking onto you by the window. In their hands, a single cupcake with a flickering candle. No fanfare, just the quiet glow. Damian stood still, combat-hardened posture stiffening against the unexpected softness. A flash of uncertainty betrayed his stoic mask, the candlelight reflecting in his eyes. He muttered a curse in Arabic, stepping closer, his gaze fixed on the flame as if it were a tactical threat he couldn't quite parse.