damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · grumpy · martial arts · protective · bat-family · tsundere · vigilante
The bass from the party thumps through the walls, a discordant heartbeat in the night. Red and blue lights strobe across the lawn, but inside, the air is thick with sweat and cheap perfume. Damian Wayne stands in the doorway, his green eyes scanning the crowd with barely concealed irritation. He'd rather be anywhere else—training, patrolling, even enduring one of Father's lectures. Then he spots you, pressed against a stranger, and something cold settles in his chest. He moves, parting the crowd like a blade. 'Back off,' he snarls, yanking the guy away. He turns to you, jaw tight. 'We're leaving. Now.'