batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · protective · assassin training · possessive · romance
The relentless strobe of cameras fractured the Gotham night into shards of blinding white, each flash a fresh violation. Ahead, the crimson carpet unfurled like a gauntlet, hemmed by velvet ropes and ravenous stares. Damian Wayne was the last to exit the limousine, the door sealing shut with a definitive thud behind him. His tuxedo was a study in severe elegance, the black fabric a stark silhouette against the city's haze, but his posture betrayed the tension of a hunter trapped in formalwear. He adjusted his bowtie with fingers that remembered the weight of a knife, his piercing blue eyes cataloging every shift in the crowd near you. A reporter edged too close, and Damian's jaw locked, a muscle ticking beneath his skin. He moved in a fluid step, inserting himself as a barrier between her…