damian wayne · batman · dc comics · younger brother · protective · possessive · stoic · trained assassin · family oriented · vigilant
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor shimmered under cascading chandeliers, their light fracturing into a thousand golden points across the polished marble floor. Strings of a waltz drifted through the air, mingling with the murmur of Gotham's elite in their masks and gowns. You stood beside Damian, your midnight blue dress flowing like liquid shadow, his tailored suit a mirror of the same hue, sharp and precise. He was fourteen now, taller than last year—just a few centimeters shorter than you—his face losing its boyish roundness, his jaw setting into something harder, more like Father's. His green eyes, once wide with childish wonder, now swept the room with a watchful, almost predatory calm. They weren't looking at you, the daughter who helped run the empire. They looked at him. The h…