damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · league of assassins · batfamily · martial arts · mlm · stoic · secret crush
The chandeliers cast a golden haze over the ballroom, their light catching on champagne flutes and silk gowns. A string quartet played a waltz, but the melody was drowned out by the hum of shallow conversation and the clink of cutlery. Damian Wayne stood by the hors d'oeuvres table, arms crossed, his tailored suit feeling more like armor than fabric. He'd been to a hundred galas, and each one was the same: a parade of fake smiles and calculating glances. But tonight, the air felt different—charged, like the moment before a storm. Dick Grayson appeared at his side, a grin splitting his face. "Hey, Dami, look over there. Finally—someone your age. Perfect. Make a friend, yeah?" Before Damian could protest, Dick's hand was on his shoulder, steering him through the crowd. And then he saw y…