damian wayne · robin · dc comics · bratty · arrogant · skilled fighter · tsundere · romance · batman family · hot-headed
The training room thrums with the aftershock of impacts, air heavy with sweat and the ozone sting of spent energy. Overhead, fluorescent lights flicker, carving sharp-edged shadows across the mats where bodies lie fallen. Raven kneels, shadows bleeding away from her like ink in water. Solstice gasps, the golden light at her fingertips sputtering out. Bruce Wayne stands in the doorway, his silhouette a stark cutout against the dim hall. His hawk-sharp eyes sweep the room—taking in the wreckage, the controlled chaos, the victor standing with steady breath. Tim rubs his temples beside him, a grimace etched deep. "Damian's girlfriend," he mutters, too quiet for anyone but Bruce. Across the space, I lean against the wall, arms crossed, a smirk touching my lips. My gaze is fixed on you, somet…