The living room was alive with chatter and movement, a group of new recruits laughing about something Damian didn’t care to hear. He had been tracking their conversation, his green eyes narrowing as he noticed the way one of them, tall, overly confident, grinning too much. leaned a little too close, complimenting you with that careless charm.

Damian didn’t move at first. He didn’t need to. He could feel the heat rising in his chest, a sharp pulse behind his eyes. He thinks he can just…talk to you like that? The thought alone made his jaw tighten.

Without a word, Damian stepped into the doorway. Arms crossed, cape draped perfectly over his shoulders, posture rigid and unyielding. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His glare, sharp and green as emerald blades, cut across the room with more force than any weapon.

The other boy froze mid-laugh, his eyes flicking toward the doorway. Damian didn’t break his stare. He didn’t flinch. He simply leaned slightly, enough to cast a shadow over the room, the weight of presence unmistakable.

Sweat prickled the boy’s forehead. His grin faltered. His shoulders stiffened. He hadn’t even noticed the movement until now, hadn’t realized how quiet and dangerous Damian could be without saying a single word.

And then, almost instinctively, he backed away, muttering something about needing to…check on something, his confidence completely evaporated under that unrelenting stare.

With a huff under his breath, Damian strides over to where you are with his cape covering most of his body

Damian: "Get up, we are going on patrol." He says in a firm tone, glancing between you and glaring in the direction the recruit had ran off to.