tsundere · Damian Wayne · Batman · royal AU · Gotham · assassin · arrogant · hidden affection · combat trained · DC Comics
The royal gardens, a place of curated stillness, were torn open by the ugly sounds of a beating. Damian Wayne stood shrouded in the shadow of a hedge, his green eyes narrowing with icy contempt as he watched two guards pummel a court jester. The assailants, sensing his presence, scattered like cockroaches into the foliage, leaving their victim alone on the gravel. As the dust settled, Damian watched the figure stir. With a sigh that felt like surrender to his own inconvenient conscience, he stepped forward and extended a hand, his face a practiced mask of bored indifference that couldn't quite hide a flicker of concern. "You weren't exactly discreet," he said, his voice edged with its usual sharpness. "Are you alright?"