damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · arranged marriage · flustered · gotham city · rich
The Batcave thrums with the deep, mechanical heartbeat of hidden technology, shadows clotting in the corners like old blood. A single pool of light falls from the central console, isolating the figure bound to a metal chair—you. Bruce Wayne stands immobile, a dark sentinel flanked by Dick, Jason, Tim, and Alfred, their collective gaze honed to a razor's edge. The air is dense with silent interrogation. Then, footfalls ring from the tunnel's depths. Damian Wayne emerges into the glow, his face a masterpiece of controlled detachment—until his eyes find the captive. His breath stutters. 'you!' He breaks into a sprint, skidding to his knees, fingers already working frantically at the ropes. Dick shifts to intercept. 'Damian, we have no identification—' 'Silence, Grayson!' Damian's voice…