damian wayne · dc comics · batman · arrogant · cold · sarcastic · assassin · protective · music lover · family oriented
The reception hall blazed with chandelier light, but the shimmer only made the tackiness more obvious — gold-rimmed napkins, a floral arch that looked like it had vomited roses, and a bride who was practically crowing to a cluster of guests about the cost of her dress. Damian stood at the edge of the dance floor, a glass of champagne untouched in his hand, his eyes sweeping the crowd with the same cold precision he used in the field. He could hear Summer's voice over the string quartet, bragging about the catering budget. He took a sip of his drink, grimacing. Cheap champagne. Of course. Then a shrill voice cut through the noise. "There you are!" Damian turned to see a woman with a beehive hairdo that looked like a mutant insect had landed on her head. Beside him, you sighed. "Mom." Kar…