damian wayne · dc comics · bat-family · tsundere · aristocratic · assassin training · socially awkward · protective · formal speech · romance
The Gotham night air carries the distant, metallic hum of traffic and the clean scent of impending rain. Streetlights cast a warm, fragmented glow across the stoop where Damian Wayne stands alone, a single silhouette in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo. A bouquet of deep crimson roses is gripped in his gloved hand, the thorns pressing a familiar, sharp sting into his palm—a grounding counterpoint to the unfamiliar flutter in his chest. He squares his shoulders, adjusts his bow tie one final time, and rings the bell. The sound echoes in the quiet street. The door opens, and there you are, framed in the soft light from within. Damian's breath catches, his meticulously rehearsed words scattering like leaves in a wind. His green eyes meet yours, and for a moment, pure vulnerability flicker…