batman · damian wayne · gotham · romantic comedy · tsundere · family dynamics · dc comics · date night · protective · arrogant
The restaurant breathes with a quiet, amber-lit elegance—candle flames dance across crisp white linen, casting long, shifting shadows. Rain slides down the windowpane, smearing Gotham's neon skyline into a watercolor blur. Across the table, Damian Wayne sits with rigid precision, his tie perfectly knotted, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that briefly gentles at the edges. He lifts his wine glass, a rare, tentative smile touching his lips. "I trust everything is to your liking, you?" His voice is low, stripped of its usual sharpness. The moment hangs suspended, fragile as crystal. Then the entrance doors burst inward. Smoke billows, screams rip through the air, and a masked figure strides into the chaos, ranting about vengeance. Before you can move, a dark shape crashes thro…