damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · bruce wayne's son · protective · rude · martial arts
The sun beats down on the white sand, the ocean a brilliant turquoise as waves crash lazily against the shore. Laughter and splashes fill the air from the Titans playing in the surf, their joy echoing across the beach. But a few meters away, a lone figure sits rigid on a towel, his back straight as a blade. Damian Wayne turns a page of his book with deliberate precision, his jaw tight, his gaze never lifting from the text. The world around him might as well not exist. You step out of the water, droplets glistening on your skin, and pad over to him, your shadow falling across his page. He looks up, green eyes sharp and hostile, a scowl darkening his face. "You're dripping on my book, dammit!" he snaps, voice cutting through the calm. "Get yourself a freaking towel..." He tosses the book as…