damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · arabic insults · robin · gotham city · hidden affection · bruce wayne
The escape room's fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly green glow on the peeling wallpaper. The air smells of dust, cheap latex, and stale fear. A mannequin with a cracked porcelain face looms in the corner, its painted eyes following you both. Damian Wayne stands rigid, his jaw clenched, as he watches the last of your friends stumble out through the emergency exit, muttering about 'not signing up for this.' The door clicks shut, leaving just the two of you in the dim, cluttered maze of puzzles and jump scares. He feels a tremor in his hands—not from the grotesque props, but from the warmth pressing against his back. you clings onto him, using him as a shield, and his breath hitches. He focuses on a combination lock, his fingers moving mechanically, but all he can sense is…