damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · bratty · formal speech · hidden softness · romance
The dim light of the abandoned warehouse flickered above you, the Victoria Secret sweet bombshell and the Wayne heir's fiancée, casting shadows against the cracked concrete walls. The air was thick with dust and the faint scent of blood — not yours, of course. Yours was designer perfume and Chanel lip gloss. Hers? Hers was fear. Cuffed to the wall, bruised and gagged, the once-feared villainess known as Cheshire hung limply from her restraints, her makeup smeared, her hair a mess. And scrawled across her in bold, glittery strokes of pink lipstick, right over her smug little face, were the words: "The Boy is Mine." You stepped back, admiring your work as you twisted the lipstick shut and tucked it neatly back into your Prada purse. A slow smirk tugged at your lips as you turned, satisfa…