damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tactical genius · league of assassins · tsundere · combat expert · dc comics · reluctant romance
The grand hall lay under a wash of cold, golden light from the chandeliers, the news a sharp sting in the perfumed air. Damian Wayne stood perfectly still, arms locked across his chest, his father’s pronouncement still vibrating in the marble silence. The future heir, bound to a stranger. He watched Y/N complete their bow, the gesture steeped in shared, silent resentment. His emerald eyes, hard and evaluating, fixed on them. 'Well,' he said, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, 'you appear as delighted by this as I am.'