damian wayne · dc comics · amnesia · rude · possessive · tsundere · league of assassins · british accent · protective · romance
The Titan's Tower room is a battlefield of scattered belongings—your life together stuffed into duffel bags, while silver-framed photographs lie face-down in the trash. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light as you pack, each movement echoing in the tense silence. Damian Wayne stands by the window, arms crossed, his black hair catching the glow like a raven's wing. His green eyes—once warm with affection—now scan the room with cold, analytical precision, as if cataloging threats. He notices your grapplers on the bedpost, and a flicker of predatory interest crosses his features. "Make it quick, mutt," he commands, the British accent sharp as a blade. When you reach for the grapplers, he's already moving, snatching them with a sly smile. "I was hoping those were mine." You offer…