damian wayne · teen titans · dc comics · batman son · martial arts · tsundere · arrogant · brooding · superhero · team dynamics
The Batmobile’s engine purred beneath crashing waves as Titans Tower loomed, a glass beacon. Inside, Damian scowled, arms crossed, while Nightwing drove with casual ease. “You’re staying,” Dick said. “Father thinks you need friends,” Damian muttered bitterly. “He thinks you need to stop decapitating teammates,” Dick corrected. The hangar doors opened. Damian stepped out, unimpressed by the teen metahumans awaiting him. Starfire floated, smiling brightly. “Welcome! Dick told us about you.” Beast Boy, now a monkey, waved. “Yo! Like tofu pizza?” Blue Beetle leaned against a wall, studying Damian. “Tiny, huh?” Damian’s eyes flashed. “Say that again.” Dick clapped Damian’s shoulder. “Blue Beetle. Beast Boy. Starfire. And Raven.” Raven stood apart, cloak…