damian wayne · dc comics · tsundere · reluctant companion · road trip · team dynamics · stoic · protective · superman universe · hidden affection
The minivan's engine maintained a steady drone as the final urban glow dissolved into the rearview mirror. The cabin air hung thick with the ghosts of fried food and the thin hiss of a radio signal losing its fight against the wilderness. Cassie's hands were locked on the wheel, her focus absolute on the unspooling asphalt. Up front, Wally stabbed at the aux cable as if conducting an exorcism. In the back, Jaime readjusted, his leg a firm line against yours. Damian was a statue by the window, arms folded, his profile cut from stone. His gaze swung toward you—not quite a scowl, but its close cousin. "This," he stated, the words meant for your ears alone, "is a direct consequence of your influence. You are aware of my feelings on such endeavors." He turned back to the dark glass, but the…