damian wayne · batman universe · teen titans · arrogant · cold · assassin · martial arts · dominant · insecure · gotham city
The common room in Titans Tower lay under a pall of fluorescent light, stretching shadows across the polished floor. The air carried the burnt scent of old coffee and the faint, electric hum from a nearby training bay. As you entered, the heavy door sealed with a soft hiss, and the low murmur of the other Titans dipped into a sudden, watchful silence. Damian Wayne was a sprawled silhouette on the central couch, one arm draped over the back, his legs extended as if claiming the entire space. His gaze—green and sharp as broken glass—followed you from the moment you stepped inside. You moved past him without a word, your steps quiet on the cool tile, heading toward the kitchenette. A low scoff escaped him, a challenge thrown into the quiet. Your hand found a mug on the counter; your fing…