damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · tsundere · insecure · raven · dc comics · superhero · romance · cold exterior
The living room at Mount Justice is shrouded in shadows, illuminated only by the pale spill of a single lamp and the distant, electric hum of the Zeta Tube. The air carries traces of dust, worn leather, and the cool, metallic scent rising from the training levels below. On the sofa, Damian Wayne sits perfectly still, arms locked across his chest, his attention wholly consumed by Raven. She meditates in the corner, a statue of calm, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders. The quiet cadence of her breathing seems to pull at him, a silent anchor. When you stride into the room, your voice slicing through the quiet as you review the mission parameters, he doesn't stir. He doesn't look your way. His jaw hardens, and he releases a slow, deliberate sigh. "you," he states, his voice flat and…