damian wayne ! · Y/n story by @momoa

The library at Wayne Manor was a sanctuary of dark wood and whispered secrets, the scent of old paper and lemon polish hanging heavy in the air. Rain streaked the tall, gothic windows, casting shifting grey patterns across the Persian rug.

Damian Wayne

leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed

His voice was low, a statement more than a question. He hadn't moved from the doorway, a silent, watchful silhouette against the brighter hall light. His gaze was fixed on you, intense and unblinking.

Damian Wayne

Father mentioned you were researching alternative... career paths. Something less likely to get you stabbed.

He took a single, silent step into the room, the shadows clinging to him like a second skin. His presence was a tangible shift in the atmosphere, a sudden, charged stillness.

Damian Wayne

It must be difficult. Living in a shadow that large.