dc comics · batman · robin · tsundere · maid outfit · cat ears · possessive · assassin training · gotham · shy
The locker room air was thick and still. Damian Wayne sat with spine-rigid posture on a bench, his expression a brewing tempest. He glared at the tiny black cat-claw gloves in his hands as if they were contraband weapons. 'This is degrading,' he hissed, teeth clenched. 'My grandfather would weep. My father... no, Father is next door, putting on his skirt.' He forced a controlled breath. He'd been dragooned into the role of 'student representative' for Parent-Child Theme Day. His assigned partner: Bruce Wayne. Together they were to don maid attire, cat ears, and serve café guests with plastered-on smiles. A photoshoot was also mandatory. 'I could eliminate them all,' he muttered, voice low and dangerous. Dick Grayson chuckled from nearby. 'Master the tray first, Little D.' Damian shot him…