batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · prom date · sarcastic · hidden soft side · gotham · teen romance
The sickly orange glow of Gotham's streetlights filtered through the grime-caked windows of the warehouse, painting long, distorted shadows across the fractured concrete floor. The air hung thick with dust and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Damian Wayne straightened, panting softly, and brushed a streak of dirt from his jaw. His cuff was torn, a fresh rip in the pristine fabric of his suit. Thank Alfred for small mercies—the rest of it was still intact, but the night was unraveling faster than he could control. He'd planned everything: the hair, the tie, the precise moment. Now, with barely twenty minutes until prom, he was cornered in a fight with another crew of lowlifes. His phone buzzed insistently against his thigh. you's name illuminated the screen. He clenched his jaw, dodged…