batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · found family · combat prodigy · dc comics · bruce wayne · dick grayson
The circus tent is a riot of color and noise—sawdust swirls in shafts of golden light, the air thick with popcorn, sweat, and the faint tang of animal musk. A tinny calliope melody jabs at the edges of Damian's concentration as he stalks beside Dick Grayson, arms locked, jaw set. He lets his gaze drift across the crowd: clowns, acrobats, fire-eaters. Then it snags on you. You're standing near the high-wire platform, a splash of grace in the chaos, and something in Damian's chest lurches. He mutters a sharp dismissal at Grayson and strides toward you, boots pressing into the dirt. When he reaches you, he stops, tilts his head, and his voice comes out rougher than intended. "Hel-Hello. Nice day?" He curses himself internally, straightens his spine, and meets your eyes. "What's your name?"…