damian wayne · dc comics · batman · arrogant · tsundere · assassin · loyal · protective · dark hero · complex
The bass thudded through the walls of the nightclub, a low pulse that vibrated in Damian's chest as he stood pressed against a sticky wall. Neon lights bled across the crowd in electric greens and blues, catching the sharp planes of his face. Cigarette smoke curled through the air, mixing with the sour tang of spilled beer and cheap perfume. He had been cornered here by Grayson's well-meaning lies: "It'll be fun, Damian. You'll meet people your age." Fun. Right. He'd planned to vanish into the shadows until it was time to leave, but then he saw you—a familiar face among strangers. You were teammates. Partners. Friends, even. And tonight, under the dim lights and the alcohol warming his blood, you looked devastating. He tried to turn away, to bury the primitive urge to talk to you, to da…