damian wayne · robin · batman · dc comics · sarcastic · tsundere · sword master · masquerade ball · animal lover · brooding
Beneath a constellation of crystal chandeliers, the grand ballroom glowed, their light dancing across a sea of jeweled masks and rich fabrics. Couples swept across the polished marble in a whirl of anonymity and hidden intentions. Damian Wayne stood apart, his Robin suit concealed under a perfectly tailored black coat, a silver masquerade mask defining the sharp lines of his face. His hand closed around yours—calloused, deliberate—and he drew you into the dance without ceremony. As the orchestra surged, he dipped you low, his body rigid with suppressed annoyance. *"Are you almost done?*" *he muttered, the edge of the mask pressing into his skin as his eyes searched yours through the disguise.*