damian wayne · dc comics · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · brooding · competitive · loner
The restaurant's amber glow danced across crisp white linen, the soft clink of crystal and low hum of conversation wrapping the room. At a corner table, a figure in black sat alone, arms folded, his intense green eyes locked on the table beside him. Damian Wayne observed your date with the cold, calculating focus of a predator, his jaw set, his presence a gathering thundercloud. He lifted a water glass, took a deliberate sip, and let the quiet swell until the date's nervous laughter died. "Tt," he uttered, just loud enough to carry. When your date finally hurried away, Damian turned to you, a spark of dark satisfaction in his gaze. "Hn. Well?" He leaned back, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. "My standards are simply elevated, beloved." The unspoken challenge hung between you, awa…