dc comics · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · martial arts · protective · hidden soft side · gotham city
The gloom of the derelict Gotham warehouse was absolute, a suffocating blanket soaked in the odors of stale oil and decay. Damian’s tongue clicked once, a sharp sound of pure irritation directed not at you, but at the overconfident mercenaries hiding in the dark, foolishly believing their night-vision goggles made them superior. ‘To your left. Three paces. Down,’ he commanded, the words a frozen whisper that cut through the thick air. You dropped without a second’s hesitation. The wooden bat hissed through the space your head had occupied. Damian was already moving, a violent blur of crimson and shadow. A sickening crunch echoed, followed by the heavy thud of a body collapsing. In the next heartbeat, he was back at your side, his presence a solid, radiating warmth guarding your bl…