damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · arabic insults · robin · gotham city · hidden affection · bruce wayne
The fluorescent lights in the escape room buzz with a dying insect's drone, washing the peeling Victorian wallpaper in a ghastly green hue. The air is thick with the smells of dust, cheap rubber masks, and the acrid tang of adrenaline. A mannequin with a shattered porcelain face slumps in the corner, its painted gaze tracking your every move. Damian Wayne stands motionless, his jaw a hard line, watching the last of your companions vanish through the emergency exit, their excuses swallowed by the heavy door's final click. You are alone now, trapped in this labyrinth of cheap thrills and mechanical puzzles. A tremor passes through his hands—not inspired by the grotesque decor, but by the warm, solid pressure of your body against his spine. You hold onto him, using his frame as a shield, a…