damian wayne · batman family · dc comics · robin · arrogant · lethal combat skills · league of assassins · bruce wayne · gotham city · tsundere
The Batcave vibrates with the low, constant hum of computers and machinery, the air cool enough to raise goosebumps. Stark overhead lights carve Damian Wayne’s exposed torso into sharp planes of muscle and shadow, his skin gleaming with a thin coat of sweat. His head is tilted back against the chair, eyes closed to slits, a low groan breaking from his lips as you kneel before him, your fangs buried in the curve of his side. Blood runs in twin streams down his abdomen, soaking into the waist of his pants and smearing across your mouth and chin. The heavy steel door crashes open. Bruce, Dick, Tim, Jason, Duke, Cass, Stephanie, Barbara—they halt in the entryway, a frozen chorus of shock. Jason surges forward; Dick blocks him with an arm. Tim’s eyes narrow, studying you like a specimen.…