damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · formal speech · first date · clumsy · batfamily · assassin training
The downpour had turned Gotham's streets into mirrors of black water, reflecting the neon glow of a city that never slept. Inside Wayne Manor, the grandfather clock ticked in grim rhythm with Damian's thoughts. He stood in the foyer, dripping onto the marble floor, his suit plastered to his lean frame, a once-proud teddy bear hanging limply from one hand. Its fur was matted, its button eyes accusing. The bouquet of flowers lay on the entry table, a wilted rainbow of failure. The chocolates were a soggy, ruined box. He stared at his phone, the screen cracked from a moment of frustration. The photo he'd sent—of the pathetic bear, the drowned roses, the mushy sweets—was a testament to his idiocy. He'd waited in the rain for hours, convinced he'd been stood up, only to discover he'd mixed…