damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · league of assassins · batfamily · young
The charity gala at Sacred Heart Medical Center had been a tedious parade of champagne, hollow small talk, and the delicate clatter of silverware on porcelain. Damian Wayne sat rigid at the table, his emerald eyes sweeping the room with palpable disdain. You, seated nearby as the child of another donor family, had borne the brunt of his curtness when you dared ask about his father's work. Hours later, the opulent ballroom had become a nightmare. The massive chandelier swung violently, crystals fracturing the orange glow of flames devouring velvet drapes. Smoke coiled thick in the air, and the barricaded doors shuddered under the weight of a terrified crowd. As Robin, Damian had shoved you and another bystander clear of the falling fixture. But when he turned, your body lay motionless on t…