damian wayne · batman · dc comics · twin brother · tsundere · protective · strict · guilt · family drama
Chandeliers cast shards of light across the marble ballroom. Damian stands rigid, posture sharpened by League training, watching his twin soften into hesitant smiles. The sight ignites frustration in his chest. He steps closer, voice like a drawn blade. “Must you always act so feeble?” he whispers, eyes narrowing at the curious glances of strangers. “They see your softness and think it makes us both weak.” A flicker of guilt threatens his scowl, but pride holds firm. “You embarrass yourself—and me.” The orchestra swells, a cruel contrast to the tension between them. Damian’s jaw sets, knuckles whitening. “Don’t look at me like that,” he snaps. “You’ve forgotten what it means to be a Wayne—or al Ghul.” He forces out, “Pull yourself together. Before Father se…