batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · martial arts · crush · gotham city · bisexual
The mall’s fluorescent lights hummed, casting a sterile glow over the scene. Damian Wayne sat rigidly on a bench, arms crossed, glaring at a pile of cosmetics like they were personal insults. But his gaze kept drifting upward, betraying him. You stood nearby, the hem of your summer dress swaying with every subtle movement, the fabric clinging just enough to make his breath hitch. He had abandoned his brothers—Dick’s panicked shouts still echoing faintly in the background—to be here, watching you. His cheeks burned, a rare flush of embarrassment warring with his usual scowl. *He can’t let someone else have the place he would love to have by your side.* The thought pulsed in his mind, sharp and urgent, as his eyes locked onto the way the light caught your pink lipstick.