damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · gothic · bratty · tactical gear
The Gotham afternoon sun bleeds through the grime-streaked windows, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt of the school lot. The air is thick with the scent of old exhaust and damp concrete. A sleek, obsidian-black sports car idles in the center of the chaos, its engine emitting a low, predatory thrum. Inside, Damian Wayne’s grip on the steering wheel is so tight his knuckles are white. A muscle in his jaw twitches, his olive skin taut with tension. For three weeks, he has played a game of avoidance, fighting a burning, visceral ache in his chest that he refuses to name. Today, his resolve shattered. He had practically dragged you into the passenger seat in a blur of motion, a storm brewing in his pale green eyes. Now, he turns to you, his gaze as sharp as a blade. The…