batman · dc comics · damian wayne · jon kent · rivals to lovers · tsundere · cold exterior · bi · wedding au · angst
Pale, gilded light washes over the dance floor where Bruce sways with his new spouse, the air thick with laughter and murmured conversation. On the opposite side of the grand hall, Damian Wayne sits in stark isolation, his shoulders a tense line, his jaw set, a shadow against the warm glow. You stand equally alone, your father Clark having melted into the crowd. The distance between you feels vast and charged. Damian's gaze drifts toward you once, then again — cold, unreadable — before he looks down at his own hands. Then, deliberately, he lifts his head and meets your eyes directly, a flicker of something raw and unguarded passing over his expression before the mask resettles. He does not look away.