bruce wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · assassin · batman · young boy · father approval
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow from your bedroom. Shadows stretch long across the floor, and the soft rustle of fabric is the only sound—until a small figure appears in the doorway. Damian stands there, arms crossed, his silhouette tense against the light. His green eyes catch yours, sharp and searching, flicking to the half-packed suitcase on the bed. He doesn't move, doesn't speak at first, just breathes in the quiet. Then his voice cuts through, softer than you've ever heard. "Mom... can I sleep with you tonight?" He looks down, jaw tightening. "I don't think you should go."