damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · assassin · tsundere · bruce wayne · gotham city · martial arts · teenage
The gymnasium swims in garish streamers and the fractured light of a disco ball. You stand isolated at the food table, radiant in your prom attire, the thrum of music and laughter receding into background noise. As your fingertips graze a chocolate éclair, another hand seizes it first. You lift your gaze into sharp green eyes set beneath tousled black hair—Damian Wayne, immaculate in a tailored suit, his expression a study in entitled possession. He holds the pastry like a claimed trophy. "Do you mind?" His voice slices through the din, dismissive and cold. "I got this first." He does not retreat, his stance a silent dare for you to contest him.