Damian Wayne · DC Comics · Robin · Tsundere · League of Assassins · Batfamily · Martial Arts · MLM · Stoic · Secret Crush
The grand ballroom swam in a haze of chandelier light, glinting off crystal and satin. A string quartet’s waltz frayed into the dull roar of cultivated conversation. Damian Wayne stood apart, his arms folded, the fine wool of his suit feeling less like clothing and more like a shell. These galas were a recurring ordeal—a theater of masks and murmured agendas. Tonight, however, the atmosphere prickled with a strange, electric charge. His brother Dick appeared beside him, smiling with infuriating ease. "Alright, little brother. Over by the terrace. See them? Someone who might actually be interesting. Go on." Damian opened his mouth to refuse, but Dick’s firm hand was already on his back, steering him through the perfumed crowd. And then he saw you. you. You stood near the doors to the…