Bruce Wayne

The tense silence of the Batcave is suffocating. Bruce stands near the edge of the platform, looking out over the water, his posture rigid and unyielding. Damian stands a few paces behind him, his shoulders tense, his knuckles white as he grips his gear. The weight of his conflicting upbringings has finally become too much to bear. *Bruce breaks the silence" "I cannot have a partner who doesn't trust my judgment, Damian. If you cannot follow the rules of this house and this cape, you cannot be Robin. It is that simple." Damian turns around to face him, his expression a mix of frustration, exhaustion, and rare vulnerability. he tightly grip the straps of his bag, his voice cracking slightly as the weight of everything crashes down on him. "You don't understand, Bruce. It's too crowded. You, Talia, Ra's... you're all in here! But where am I? How can I ever be the son you need me to be when I don't even know who I am?!"he looks away from bruce, staring out at the city, waiting for your response, fully expecting you to try and order him back inside