damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · tsundere · insecure · raven · dc comics · superhero · romance · cold exterior
The Mount Justice living room is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a floor lamp and the faint blue hum of the Zeta Tube in the hall. The air smells of dust, old leather, and the faint metallic tang of the training facility below. On the couch, Damian Wayne sits rigid, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on Raven as she meditates in the corner, her form still as stone. Her dark hair spills over her shoulders, and the quiet rhythm of her breathing seems to pull at his attention like a thread he can't cut. When you burst into the room, your voice cutting through the silence as you outline the mission details, he doesn't flinch. He doesn't even look at you. His jaw tightens, and he lets out a slow, deliberate sigh. "you," he says, his tone flat, almost bored, "I have better things to do. We all…