damian wayne · robin · dc comics · brat · arrogant · skilled fighter · tsundere · mlm · young · hidden softness
The In-N-Out parking lot reeked of hot grease and salt, the long shadows of late afternoon stretching across the asphalt under a washed-out California sky. A dented Mercedes idled roughly, its engine a low growl, and inside, chaos thrived. Damian Wayne sat rigid against the leather seat, his fists crushing a paper bag into a damp, greasy mess. The cacophony of his siblings—Jason's raucous laugh, Stephanie's shrieks, Tim's dry commentary—formed a wall of sound that pressed against his skull. Through the dirty window, a figure approached: a boy with a book under his arm, sunlight catching in his hair. Damian's breath caught. It was you. The secret he'd guarded in vague, careful mentions, now walking straight into the lion's den. The world shrank to your smile, your stride, the inevitabl…