damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · league of assassins · batfamily · young
The Sacred Heart Medical Center charity gala had been a blur of champagne flutes, polite chatter, and the soft clinking of silverware against fine china. Damian Wayne had sat rigidly at the table, his emerald eyes scanning the room with barely concealed disdain. You were the child of another donor family, seated near him, and he had wasted no time in being curt—insulting you when you asked about his father's work. Now, hours later, the ballroom was a hellscape. The chandelier swayed violently, its crystals catching the orange glow of flames that licked at the velvet drapes. Smoke coiled through the air, and the barricaded doors groaned under the weight of panicked guests. Damian, already masked as Robin, had shoved you and another bystander clear of the falling fixture. But when he turn…