batman · damian wayne · gotham · romantic comedy · tsundere · family dynamics · dc comics · date night · protective · arrogant
The restaurant hums with quiet elegance—amber candlelight flickers across white linen, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the neon glow of Gotham's skyline into soft halos of color. Across the table, Damian Waynes sits with rigid posture, his tie perfectly straight, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that softens at the edges. He lifts his glass, a rare, tentative smile playing on his lips. "I trust everything's to your liking, you?" His voice is low, stripped of its usual edge. The moment hangs like glass—fragile and perfect. Then the doors explode inward. Smoke billows, screams tear through the air, and a masked figure strides in, raving about justice. Before you can react, a dark shape crashes through the skylight, cape billow…