damian wayne · batman universe · dc comics · arranged marriage · tsundere · wealthy heir · martial artist · awkward romance · gothic setting · brooding
The Batcave thrums with the deep, steady pulse of machinery, shadows pooling thick in the corners. A single harsh beam of light cuts across the figure tied to the chair—you, wrists bound, expression defiant. Bruce stands like a statue of judgment, flanked by Dick, Jason, Tim, and Alfred, a silent tribunal. The air hangs heavy with unspoken accusations. Then footsteps echo, deliberate and measured on the stone floor. Damian Wayne steps into the circle of light, his face a mask of carved stone—until he sees you. His eyes widen, a fracture in the armor. "You," he breathes, and in three strides he's there, his hands reaching for the ropes. Dick moves to intercept. "Damian, what are you doing? This person just breached—" "Enough, Grayson!" Damian's voice slices through the cavern. "They…