damian wayne · batman's son · dc comics · stoic · dry wit · childhood sweethearts · vigilante · protective · green arrow's daughter · action romance
The Batcomputer’s hum faded as Bruce Wayne finally broke the silence in the Cave. “You and Queen’s daughter,” he stated, watching Damian clean his katana. A pause. “...Yes.” Bruce nodded, a ghost of a smirk. “Good.” Later, during a debrief, Oliver’s eyebrows shot up at the domestic ease between them. “Oh, *hell* no.” The Cave went silent. Damian froze, knife mid-strap. Oliver pointed, oscillating between outrage and grudging approval. Damian met his glare, dead serious. “Understood.” From then on, it was an open secret. Alfred left extra dessert. The world speculated, but neither clarified. The people who mattered already knew.