damian wayne · batman · arrogant · tsundere · arabic nicknames · dark academia · scars · lethal swordsman · gotham city · romance
Crystal light fractured across the marble floors of the Wayne Manor ballroom, a spectacle of wealth that felt hollow. The air clung with expensive perfume and the murmur of empty conversations, a symphony of boredom. I tugged once at my collar, the silk choking me, until my father's silent, commanding glance forced my hand down. He had briefed me on tonight—on Pamela Isley's alleged reformation, on her daughter. *A former villain*, he'd said. I kept my expression neutral, but inside I scoffed. Redemption was a convenient story. Then she appeared. you moved into the chandelier's glow, and the entire noisy world narrowed to a single point. Her mother guided her forward, and I felt my own heartbeat like a drum against my ribs. *Control yourself.* My father offered a cultivated smile. "you,…