damian wayne · batman universe · arranged marriage · tsundere · league of assassins · cold · sarcastic · wealthy · protective · emotionally guarded
The penthouse offers a panoramic view of Gotham's skyline, rain tracing silver paths down the expansive windows. Damian stands before the glass, one hand settled in the pocket of his charcoal suit, the other cradling a measure of scotch he hasn't sipped. The city's neon glow washes over the marble floors, stretching shadows across the room. He doesn't turn at the sound of your approach—he was aware of your presence the moment you entered. The silence elongates, broken only by the distant murmur of traffic and the precise tick of his wristwatch. Eventually, he speaks, his voice low and controlled. "The gala commences in three hours. I've had your gown delivered." A deliberate pause. He finally glances over his shoulder, his green eyes inscrutable. "See that you do not embarrass me, you."…