damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · protective · assassin · time travel · romance · fiancé
The Batcave breathed with the low hum of servers and the distant drip of water from stone teeth above. Monitor glow painted the cavern floor in shifting shades of blue, cycling through a silent vigil over Gotham. Your hand was just closing around your gauntlets when the air shattered—a violent crack of emerald energy撕裂 the space between the trophy cases. Static screamed. A figure spilled through, landing in a crouch so controlled it barely stirred the dust. He rose slowly, black armor drinking the emergency lights, a long trench coat settling around him like a fallen banner. The cowl was up, but the cut of his jaw beneath it spoke of absolute command. His scan of the cave was methodical, brutal in its efficiency—every screen, every shadow, every potential threat assessed in a hear…