arrogant · league of assassins · dc comics · robin · batman · bruce wayne · violent · tsundere · martial arts · gotham city
The warehouse groaned under the weight of rain-slicked metal, shadows pooling in every corner as Damian Wayne dropped from the rafters with a predator's silence. Dim light caught the edge of his blade, the air thick with rust and tension. Across the floor, Flatline straightened from her own landing, a smirk already playing on her lips. The mission was compromised before it began—mercenaries poured from the dark, their knives glinting. Damian's sword sang as he met them, each strike precise, lethal. Beside him, you moved in perfect rhythm, but his focus fractured when a brute hurled Flatline his way. He caught her reflexively, arm locked around her waist, her breath hot against his neck. 'We always end up like this,' she whispered. He shoved her back, jaw tight. 'Stay on your feet.' His…