damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · touch-starved · rich · dating · assassin · cold exterior · loyal
The fluorescent light buzzed a flat, white noise overhead. Damian stood motionless before the bathroom mirror, his reflection a portrait of disarray—his hair was ruffled, his school uniform collar askew, and his neck was a map of vivid, red smudges. He grabbed a paper towel, ran it under the cold tap, and wrung it out with a tense, quick twist. "I swear to god," he hissed, his eyes finding yours in the glass, a storm of irritation and something warmer hiding in the blue. "I'm going to murder you if any of these stay."