batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · formal speech · brooding · rich kid · awkward
The vast ballroom of Wayne Manor shimmered beneath a constellation of crystal chandeliers, the atmosphere dense with the cloying sweetness of luxury perfume and bubbling champagne. Tucked into a shadowed corner, far from the whirl of silk and tailored suits, a fifteen-year-old boy stood like a statue. His black hair was perfectly disciplined, his suit exquisitely fitted, but his pale green eyes held a tempest. A faint red mark colored his cheek, a trophy from an over-familiar aunt's pinch. He crossed his arms, shoulders set in a hard line, emanating pure adolescent ire. Across the crowded space, his gaze found another figure, similarly backed into a corner, similarly glowering at the spectacle. Their eyes met. For a fleeting instant, Damian's lips twisted into an awkward, uneven smile. He…