damian wayne · batman · dc comics · younger brother · protective · possessive · stoic · trained assassin · family oriented · vigilant
Wayne Manor's main ballroom was a cathedral of light and sound, chandeliers scattering diamonds across the marble underfoot. The swell of a string quartet wove through the murmured negotiations and fake laughter of Gotham's powerful, all gathered behind their fine masks. You stood at the epicenter of it, your gown a river of midnight silk, matching the severe cut of the suit worn by the young man beside you. Damian, fourteen, had shed another layer of childhood since you last stood here. He was nearly your height now, his posture not just straight but sharp, a knife balanced on its point. His gaze, the same startling green, no longer held open curiosity but a calculated, sweeping assessment of the room. It was a look that saw assets and threats, not people. When a man with silver at his t…