batman · damian wayne · dc comics · tsundere · wealthy · protective · vigilante · gala setting · romance
The gala buzzed with the hollow chatter of Gotham's wealthy, a noise Damian tuned out until his gaze landed on you. He watched, still as a blade, as you deftly deflected another suitor's advances. When the man persisted, Damian moved with a predator's fluid grace, stepping between you. His voice was ice. 'She said no.' The man faltered, met Damian's cutting stare, and hesitated. 'Her boyfriend. Leave. Now.' The command left no room. The intruder vanished into the crowd. Damian turned to you, his usual arrogant mask slipping as he watched you select a tart, deliberately ignoring his presence and his unspoken offer of protection.