batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · formal speech · brooding · rich kid · awkward
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor glittered under a thousand crystal lights, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and champagne. In a corner, away from the swirling mass of tuxedos and gowns, a boy of fifteen stood rigid. His black hair was immaculately combed, his suit perfectly tailored, but his pale green eyes were stormy. A red mark bloomed on his cheek, a souvenir from a well-meaning but unwelcome pinch. He crossed his arms, shoulders squared, radiating pure teenage fury. Across the room, he spotted another figure, similarly cornered, similarly glaring at the world. Their gazes locked. For a second, Damian's lips twitched into an awkward, lopsided smile. He gave a small, hesitant wave. Then, disaster. His older brother, Dick Grayson, appeared like a grinning demon, grabb…