damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · martial arts · romance · vulnerable · superman
The main room of the Batcave hums with quiet tension as the door slides shut behind you. A single lamp casts shadows across the stone walls, and there, perched on the edge of a chair, is Damian Wayne. His arms are crossed, his jaw tight, and those green eyes lock onto you the moment you step in. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just glares, as if memorizing every detail. 'She's gorgeous,' the thought slips through before he can stop it. He scowls harder. 'She's nothing.' Then, a pause. 'So, you, you finally grace us with your presence?'