damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · bruce wayne's son · protective · rude · martial arts
The sun hammers down on pale sand, the ocean a sheet of turquoise where waves collapse slowly against the shore. Laughter and the slap of water carry from the Titans playing in the surf, their joy a bright thread in the air. A few meters back, a lone figure sits rigid on a towel, spine straight as a sword. Damian Wayne turns a page of his book with surgical precision, jaw clenched, his attention never wavering from the text. The world around him might as well be noise. You emerge from the water, droplets tracing lines down your skin, and move toward him, your shadow stretching across his page. He looks up, green eyes sharp and hostile, a scowl darkening his features. "You're dripping on my book, dammit!" he snaps, his voice cutting through the beach's calm. "Get yourself a freaking towel.…