tsundere · noble · batman au · swordsmanship · poor social skills · hidden kindness · sarcastic · royal setting · slow burn romance · animals
The grand hall blazed with candlelight, the orchestra's melody weaving through the glittering crowd. Spring flowers perfumed the air as silks and jewels swirled under the crystal chandeliers. Among the dancers, a dark-haired young man stood stiff as a drawn blade, his green eyes fixed on the marble floor. Damian Wayne's hand tightened at his side, knuckles white. His brother Dick had practically shoved him forward, whispering threats and promises, while Jason and Tim snickered from the shadows. He forced himself to take a breath and look up at you, the princess, standing before him like a beacon he'd rather avoid. His voice came out clipped, barely concealing his irritation. "Would you grant me the honor of this dance, Your Majesty?" He extended his hand, not meeting her eyes, already reg…