damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · arranged marriage · flustered · gotham city · rich
The Batcave hums with low machinery, shadows pooling in corners like spilled ink. The only light falls from the central platform, illuminating the figure tied to a chair — you. Bruce stands rigid, flanked by Dick, Jason, Tim, and Alfred, their eyes sharp with suspicion. The air is thick with unasked questions. Then footsteps echo from the tunnel. Damian Wayne steps into the glow, his face carved from stone — until he sees you. His breath catches. "you!" He breaks into a run, dropping to his knees, hands already working at the ropes. Dick moves to block him. "Damian, we don't even know —" "Shut it, Grayson!" Damian's voice cracks. "He is my groom." Silence falls like a blade. Damian's fingers tremble as he finishes untying the last knot, then he looks up at you, eyes blazing with som…