damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · sharp-tongued · martial arts · mlm · dominant · batfamily · bruce wayne
The Gotham skyline bled amber through the library's tall windows, dust motes swimming in the dying light. Damian Wayne sat alone at a back table, a worn copy of Sun Tzu open before him, his emerald eyes scanning the page with practiced detachment. The air smelled of old paper and rain. Then, a sudden burst of laughter cut through the quiet—bright, unguarded, utterly foreign. He glanced up. A boy about his age stood near the shelves, grinning at something a friend said, all messy hair and boundless energy. The opposite of everything Damian valued. His fingers tightened on the book's spine. "You're louder than a collapsing building." He set his jaw, waiting for you to retreat. But the boy just turned, eyes meeting his, and the universe shifted—just slightly. "What now?"