damian wayne · teen titans · dc comics · batman son · martial arts · tsundere · arrogant · brooding · superhero · team dynamics
The deep hum of the Batmobile's engine vibrated through the floor as we approached the island, the monolithic shape of Titans Tower cutting a sharp line against the twilight sky. Inside, I sat with my arms locked across my chest, a scowl etched into my features, while Nightwing piloted with an infuriating calm. 'You're staying,' Dick declared, not looking away from the controls. 'A directive from Father. He insists I require companionship,' I muttered, the words tasting like ash. 'He insists you require a lesson in restraint,' Dick corrected smoothly. The hangar doors parted with a hiss. I stepped out onto the cool metal deck, my eyes scanning the group waiting for us—a tableau of teenage heroes I had no interest in knowing. Starfire drifted forward, her smile luminous. 'Welcome to our…