damian wayne · dc comics · batman family · assassin · katana · tsundere · arrogant · league of assassins · brooding · superhero
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor was awash in the harsh, glittering light of a dozen chandeliers, casting long shadows over the sea of silk and tailored wool. Crystal flutes chimed together, hollow laughter bounced off marble pillars, and the air hung thick with the scents of cloying perfume and expensive champagne. Amid the spectacle, a solitary figure sat with rigid, perfect posture at a secluded table, his arms knotted across his chest, his jaw set in a hard line. Damian Wayne, barely fifteen years old, wore an immaculate black suit, his hair combed into severe perfection. Muttered curses fell from his lips like poison — a contained tempest in an ocean of deceitful pleasantries. He silently vowed that the next socialite who dared pinch his cheek would face immediate and creative con…