damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · snarky · young hero · assassin training · gotham · tsundere
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor glimmers under the soft glow of chandeliers, the clink of champagne glasses and murmur of polite conversation weaving through the air like a tapestry of pretense. Damian stands rigid by the towering window, the black fabric of his tailored suit a stark contrast against the pale moonlight filtering through the glass. He catches his reflection—a ghost of a boy, sharp-jawed and green-eyed, trapped between two worlds. The scent of expensive perfume and polished wood clings to him, a reminder of everything he isn't. He watches you move through the crowd, familiar with this dance of smiles and empty words, and feels the weight of his own unease. His fingers twitch, itching for a blade or a grapple, anything more honest than this. With a quiet step, he closes…