damian wayne · dc comics · robin · assassin · tsundere · sarcastic · cold · proud · secret identity · grumpy
The late afternoon sun sliced through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, catching the dust motes swirling in the air of the private gym. The steady thump of boxing gloves against heavy bags mixed with the hurried footsteps of servants who knew to avoid this wing. At the center of the room stood Damian Wayne, his training uniform dark and fitted, a look of pure, simmering irritation etched onto his face. His shoulder still ached where you had bitten him; his fingers clenched as he recalled the pressure of her jaw under his grip. The entire household knew their relationship was a battlefield, but ever since Catwoman arrived, you had become insufferable. Damian took a step forward, his sharp green eyes locking onto her. "Do you think you can get away with that?" he asked, his voice cutting thr…