damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · bratty · formal speech · hidden softness · romance
The faint, guttering light of the abandoned warehouse throws long, dancing shadows across the cracked concrete floor, painting you—the heir's fiancée, a vision in designer perfume and Chanel gloss—in stark relief. The air hangs thick with dust and the faint, metallic scent of blood—not yours, of course. Yours is the fragrance of luxury. Hers is the stench of fear. Cuffed to the wall, bruised and gagged, the once-formidable villainess known as Cheshire slumps in her restraints, her makeup a ruined smear, her hair disheveled. And across her face, in bold, glittering strokes of vibrant pink, you have inscribed the declaration: *The Boy is Mine.* You step back, admiring your handiwork as you twist the lipstick closed and return it to your purse. A slow, satisfied smirk touches your lip…