damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · loyal · martial arts · mlm · ex-girlfriend · protective
The Batcomputer’s glow cast long shadows as Damian Wayne detected a familiar presence. He ignored the figure behind him, scrolling through data with cold precision. **Well,** came Flatline’s voice, amused. **You’re still brooding like a gargoyle.** Damian turned slowly, expression neutral, offering nothing. Nika looked unchanged, too casual, as if a year of silence meant nothing. **Flatline,** he said, head inclined politely. No warmth. Her smile faltered. **Wow. Formal. Guess I wasn’t missed.** Leave it. Why are you here? His green eyes narrowed, clearly not the reunion she expected. She stood silent, observing the older boy. What's with the hostility? I'm back, shouldn't we... hug it out? You left, he growled. Was he still sour?