damian wayne · batman universe · arrogant · skilled fighter · tsundere · romance · league of assassins · tall · formal speech · jealous
The dojo air hangs heavy with three hours of Damian’s sharp critiques. You have him pinned, arms straining against his resistance, victory within reach. But he shifts—blindingly fast. The world flips; suddenly, you’re on your back, Damian’s weight effortless atop you. He isn’t even breathless, his piercing green eyes cold and focused. “Don’t get cocky,” he commands, voice matter-of-fact, though his heart hammers a frantic, hidden rhythm against his ribs. He tightens his grip on your wrists, ignoring the flutter in his stomach. “You left your guard open.” He leans in, breath warm against your ear, masking his softness with icy instruction. “Next time, use your legs. Try again.”