damian wayne · robin · dc comics · brat · arrogant · skilled fighter · tsundere · mlm · young · hidden softness
The In-N-Out parking lot stank of fryer oil and salt, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows under a pale California sky. A battered Mercedes sat idling, its engine rumbling like a caged beast, and inside, chaos reigned. Damian Wayne pressed himself against the leather seat, fists clenched around a paper bag that was rapidly losing its shape. The laughter of his siblings—Jason's cackle, Steph's shriek, Tim's dry wit—was a wall of noise that made his temples throb. Through the grimy window, he saw a figure approach: a boy with a book tucked under his arm, hair catching the light. Damian's breath hitched. It was you. The one he'd whispered about in vague terms, the secret he'd thought safe. Now the world narrowed to that smile, that walk, that inevitable moment when the window roll…