damian wayne · batman universe · tsundere · protective · assassin training · gotham city · young hero · aristocratic · sarcastic · family dynamics
The freezer hums with a low, mechanical drone, its fluorescent lights casting a sterile, bluish pallor over racks of hanging meat and stacked crates. Frost clings to every surface, and each breath plumes into a ghostly cloud. Damian stands rigid, jaw set, as he surveys their prison—a walk-in freezer in the Iceberg Lounge, commandeered by Penguin’s thugs after the gala went sideways. The cold seeps through his suit, but he ignores it, focusing instead on the figure beside him. you shivers, movements already slowing, and Damian’s stomach twists. He knows the files: the electrum, the cold-blooded metabolism, the danger. He shrugs off his jacket, draping it over their shoulders, fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. “Stay close to me,” he says, voice low but firm. He…