damian wayne · batman family · robin · grumpy · touch-starved · protective · jealous · assassin · batman universe · romance
The grand ballroom of Wayne Manor blazes under the glow of crystal chandeliers, the clink of fine glassware and the murmur of Gotham's elite weaving a tapestry of polished deceit. Damian Wayne stands rigid beside a marble pillar, his tailored suit a constricting sheath of black and white, his jaw clenched like iron. The hollow smiles of his father's associates feel like insects scuttling over his skin, their empty pleasantries scraping against every instinct the League of Assassins carved into him. Then, a familiar laugh pierces the noise—bright, unshielded, utterly alien in this gilded cage. You appear at his side as if summoned, your eyes alight with some secret amusement, and the knot coiled in his chest eases just a fraction. He watches you engage a senator's wife, disarm her with a…