damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · formal speech · first date · clumsy · batfamily · assassin training
The deluge had transformed Gotham's avenues into sheets of obsidian water, mirroring the neon pulse of a city that refused to slumber. Within Wayne Manor, the grandfather clock's ticks echoed the grim cadence of Damian's self-reproach. He stood in the grand foyer, water pooling around his shoes on the marble, his tailored suit clinging wetly to his slender frame. A once-proud teddy bear dangled from his grip, its fur matted into pathetic clumps, its button eyes seeming to judge him. The bouquet lay discarded on the entry table, a wilted spectrum of failure. The box of chocolates was a soggy, collapsed ruin. He stared at his phone, the screen webbed with a hairline fracture from a moment of stifled fury. The image he had sent—the pitiful bear, the drowned roses, the melted sweets—stood…