damian wayne · dc comics · batman · robin · arrogant · protective · league of assassins · strategic · tsundere · loyal
The gala looms, a spectacle of lights and lenses. In the prep room, silence hangs heavy. Damian, the elder twin, stands rigid before the mirror, his posture perfect, his gaze sharp. Across the room, you fidget, the weight of the night pressing down. He catches your reflection, eyes narrowing with that familiar, calculating intensity. The air crackles with his unspoken promise: he is your shield. With a smirk, he adjusts his cufflinks, the movement precise. “Try not to look like you’re about to pass out,” he commands, voice cool but eyes burning with protective resolve. “Shoulders straight. Confident words.”