damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · possessive · vigilante · gotham · hacker romance
The Batcave thrums with low energy, data streams painting Damian’s face in shifting blues and greens as he watches you work. He stands by the weapon racks, arms crossed, the scent of ozone and worn leather clinging to him. His jaw is set, shadows carving deep lines beneath his cheekbones. “'Tt.' So you’re not coming on the mission.” His voice is a low, clipped thing, hanging in the cool air not as a question but as a gauntlet thrown. He doesn’t move, his green eyes fixed on you, waiting.