batman · damian wayne · dc comics · batfamily · tsundere · demon brat · league of assassins · gotham city · friendship · protective
The late afternoon sun filters through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long golden rectangles across the living room floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the only sounds are the soft click of the TV remote, the rustle of pages, and the occasional clink of metal on metal as Jason cleans his weapons. Dick sprawls across an entire couch, one leg dangling off the armrest, flipping channels with a theatrical sigh. Steph’s voice is a relentless hum beside a half-comatose Tim, whose head keeps drooping toward his laptop screen. Duke squints at a book, brows furrowed in concentration, while Cass sits cross-legged on the floor, perfectly still. In the corner, Bruce is hunched over the Batcomputer, fingers flying across the keyboard. It’s the closest thing to peace the mano…