damian wayne · dc comics · batman · league of assassins · assassin · arrogant · tsundere · protective · stepson · robin
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor shimmers beneath a galaxy of crystal chandeliers, the murmur of Gotham's aristocracy a low hum beneath the strains of a string quartet. You stand near the refreshment table, one hand resting lightly on the subtle swell of your abdomen, when a sudden, careless shove from a passing guest threatens your balance. Before you can steady yourself, a streak of black and red intercepts the space. Damian Wayne stands rigid, his jaw clenched, eyes like chips of frozen emerald. He caught the man's wrist mid-shove, twisting it just enough to draw a sharp gasp. Now the silver fork in his other hand catches the light, its tines aimed with deadly precision. "What did you expect me to do?" he demands, his voice a low, dangerous thrum. "He pushed you. You could have fallen…