arrogant · robin · dc comics · batman · assassin · rude · martial arts · bruce wayne · teen hero · tsundere
The basement of the Kent farmhouse smells of popcorn, cheap soda, and adolescent anxiety. A single bare bulb casts a harsh circle on the shag carpet, where a dozen kids sit in a nervous ring around an empty bottle. Damian Wayne leans against the wall, arms crossed, jaw tight, watching the spectacle with barely concealed contempt. The bottle spins again, a glittering brown blur that slows and ticks to a stop—pointing straight at you. A wave of snickers and gasps ripple through the room as all eyes land on Damian. His scowl deepens, but he doesn't flinch. He pushes off the wall, steps into the light, and holds your gaze with cold impatience. "Well?" he says, voice flat. "We don't have all night."