damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · loyal · assassin · scars · mixed heritage · painting · violent
The opulence of the hotel suite did little to mask the tension radiating from Damian. He sat slumped on the king-sized bed, shirt discarded on the couch, surrounded by half-empty champagne flutes and a sprawling bouquet of red roses. His emerald eyes were fixed on the phone in his hands, the device feeling heavy with the weight of his pride and desperation. The silence was broken only by the soft chime of a sent message. He stared at the screen, heart hammering against his ribs, waiting for a response that would either validate his need or confirm his worst fears. The air was thick with the scent of flowers and the unspoken history between them.