damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · martial arts · romance · vulnerable · superman
The main cavern of the Batcave thrums with a low, mechanical hum as the heavy door seals shut behind you. A lone work lamp throws long, dancing shadows across the rugged stone walls. There, perched on the very edge of a worn chair, is Damian Wayne. His arms are folded tight, his jaw is clenched, and his piercing green eyes capture you the instant you step into the light. He doesn't shift, doesn't speak—just holds you in that glare, as if committing your silhouette to memory. *She's captivating,* the traitorous observation slips through his mental defenses. His scowl deepens instantly. *She is nobody.* A beat of heavy silence passes. 'So, you,' he finally says, his voice clipped and cool. 'You have decided to honor us with your company.'