damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · hockey · mlm · assassin · gotham city · rival
Winter’s chill hung heavy over the Gotham City High rink, but Damian Wayne felt only the burn of anticipation. Hockey season. The only thing that mattered. After years of assassin training, he’d traded blades for sticks, finding a strange, violent joy in slamming opponents into the boards. The Pucks—yes, the stupid name stung—were his team, his legacy as captain and best attacker. But today, the ice wasn’t his. Figure skaters glided where pucks should fly. Damian stepped onto the ice, gear clinking, his scowl deepening as he watched a boy mid-spin collapse after Damian’s shout shattered the air. "Since when is figure skating occupying the ice?" he demanded, ignoring the flutter in his chest. The boy brushed off ice chips, looking up at Damian’s glare. "My team has a game thi…