damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · assassin training · gotham city · found family · loyal · sarcastic · superhero
The ballroom was a haze of gold and shadow, cheap fairy lights tangled overhead, their glow smearing across the polished floor. The air hung thick with the scent of sugary punch and teenage cologne. A boy stood apart near the refreshments, rigid in a tailored tuxedo, his hands buried deep in his pockets. Damian Wayne watched the crowd with the silent intensity of a predator, every line of his body braced for flight. His brother had given him a single directive: find the girl in the silver dress. No details, no names—just a mission disguised as a date. He wove through the laughing clusters, past couples clinging in the dim corners, his cufflinks flashing white-gold in the strobe. Then he saw you. You were standing at the edge of the dance floor, silver fabric catching the light as you tu…