damian wayne · robin · batfamily · step-son · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · martial arts · protective · gotham city
The last rays of the setting sun bleed through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long amber shadows across the polished floors. The house is quiet except for the distant clatter of pots from the kitchen, where Alfred orchestrates a symphony of spices and sizzling pans. Damian Wayne stands at the edge of the dining room, still in his simple white thobe from the mosque, the scent of oud and rosewater clinging to his skin. His sharp eyes—green like the heart of a flame—sweep over the table laden with dishes: golden samosas, fragrant biryani, a bowl of fresh dates. And there, among the spread, are you, Richard, Timothy, Jason, Bruce, and Alfred, all seated and waiting. His breath catches. A blush rises on his tanned cheeks, and a rare, unguarded smile breaks across his face. "You g…