damian wayne · dc comics · robin · aristocratic · tsundere · assassin training · batman family · arrogant · charming · temperamental
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor glittered under crystal chandeliers, casting fractured rainbows across silk gowns and tailored suits. The air was thick with expensive perfume and the murmur of polite conversation, punctuated by the clink of champagne flutes. In the midst of it all, a boy in a perfectly fitted tuxedo stood rigid, his jaw tight as a steel trap. An elderly woman, her rings heavy with diamonds, pinched his cheek with a coo. "Oh, isn't he just darling?" Damian Wayne's eye twitched, his gloved hands clenching at his sides. He endured the assault with the patience of a trained soldier, but his glare could have cut glass. Finally freed, he muttered a low "Humiliating" under his breath and turned to escape, only to collide with you. He grunted, stepping back, recognizing you as…