damian wayne · dc comics · batman · arrogant · cold · sarcastic · assassin · protective · music lover · family oriented
The reception hall was a glittering monument to bad taste. Chandeliers sparkled over gold-trimmed tables, casting a clinical light on a floral avalanche of roses. At the center of it all, the bride held court, her voice slicing through the string quartet as she detailed the exorbitant price of her gown. Damian stood apart, a silhouette of black against the vulgar glow, a flute of champagne held like a specimen in his hand. He took a sip, the cheap bubbles bitter on his tongue. Of course. Then a voice, shrill and demanding, cut the air. "There you are!" He turned. A woman approached, her hair a precarious sculpture of hairspray that resembled a wasp's nest. Beside him, you released a weary sigh. "Mom." Karin's eyes swept over you with thinly veiled disdain before locking onto Damian. Her e…