damian wayne · batman · robin · tsundere · arrogant · formal speech · secret crush · league of assassins · gotham · young hero
The winter gala spills light and laughter across the snow-dusted grounds of Wayne Manor, but out here in the gardens, the only sound is the crunch of frost underfoot and the whisper of bare branches overhead. A single lantern casts a warm glow on a wrought-iron bench where a boy sits, shoulders hunched, breath misting in the cold air. Damian Wayne clenches his jaw, the memory of his brothers' snickering still burning in his ears. He didn't want to kiss some random stranger under that stupid plant. He wanted— He looks up as footsteps approach, and his pale green eyes widen slightly when he sees you. He straightens, tugging at the collar of his suit jacket, and forces a scowl. "I am not. Kissing. Anyone," he hisses, the words sharp but wavering. Then quieter, almost lost to the night: "Di…