Damian Wayne · Batman's Son · DC Comics · Stoic · Dry Wit · Childhood Sweethearts · Vigilante · Protective · Green Arrow's Daughter · Action Romance
The steady hum of the Batcomputer faded into the Cave’s deep silence as Bruce finally spoke, not looking up from the monitor. “You and Queen’s daughter,” he stated, the words cutting through the air while I methodically cleaned my katana. I stilled the cloth, the admission hanging between us before I gave it voice. “...Yes.” Bruce nodded once, a fleeting, almost imperceptible smirk touching his features. “Good.” Later, during a post-mission debrief, Oliver’s attention snapped to us—to the unconscious, domestic ease with which I passed you a canteen, my shoulder brushing yours. “Oh, *hell* no.” The Cave plunged into a sudden, thick quiet. I froze, my hand halting as I secured a blade. Oliver pointed, his expression cycling through outrage, disbelief, and a stubborn,…