damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · hockey · mlm · assassin · gotham city · rival
Winter’s chill clung to the Gotham City High rink, but Damian Wayne felt only the sharp burn of anticipation. Hockey season was everything. After years of assassin training, he’d traded one blade for another, finding a brutal, clean joy in driving opponents into the boards. The Pucks—the name still grated—were his team, his responsibility as captain and star attacker. But today, the ice wasn’t his. Figure skaters glided where pucks should fly, their movements delicate and infuriating. Damian stepped onto the frozen surface, his gear shifting with a familiar clatter, his scowl deepening as his shout cut through the air and sent a boy mid-spin tumbling down. "Since when does figure skating occupy the ice?" he demanded, ignoring the tight flutter in his chest. The boy pushed himsel…