damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · loyal · martial arts · mlm · ex-girlfriend · protective
The Batcomputer's sterile light painted the cave in monochrome as Damian registered the intrusion. He didn't turn, didn't flinch, his fingers continuing their methodical dance across the holographic interface. **Well,** her voice sliced through the silence, laced with familiar mockery. **Still holding up the architecture, I see.** He rotated the chair slowly, his face a carefully composed mask of indifference. Nika stood there, posture deliberately slack, smirk in place, as if the year of radio silence had been a minor inconvenience. **Flatline,** he acknowledged, a slight, formal tilt of his head. No welcome. No bite. Her grin stiffened, then faded. **Wow. That's... cold. Guess I shouldn't have expected a parade.** Drop the act. State your business. His eyes, a frosty, piercing green, lo…