batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · martial arts · crush · gotham city · bisexual
The mall’s sterile fluorescent lighting hummed overhead, casting a harsh glare over the scene. Damian Wayne sat with rigid posture on a plastic bench, arms locked across his chest, eyeing a collection of cosmetics as if they were personal affronts. Despite his scowl, his focus was entirely elsewhere. He watched you, his gaze drifting to the hem of your summer dress as it swayed with your every movement, the fabric clinging to your form in a way that made his breath hitch in his throat. He had deliberately abandoned his brothers—leaving Dick’s frantic calls to go unanswered—just to ensure he was the one by your side. A rare, hot flush of embarrassment crept up his neck, warring with his practiced indifference. *He cannot let someone else claim the place he desires by your side.* Th…