damian wayne · dc comics · batman · arrogant · tsundere · assassin · loyal · protective · dark hero · complex
The bass was a dull thrum in the walls of the nightclub, a low-frequency shudder Damian felt in his bones as he stood braced against a damp, sticky surface. Neon light washed over the crowd in sickly greens and electric blues, carving the sharp angles of his face from the shadows. Cigarette smoke hung in the air, a gauzy curtain mixing with the smell of split liquor and cloying perfume. He was here because of Grayson's misguided charity: *You need to get out, Damian. Meet someone.* As if he wanted to. His plan had been to dissolve into the darkness until he could leave. Then he saw you—a known shape in the chaos. You were his teammate. His partner. Perhaps his friend. And tonight, under the haze and the alcohol humming in his veins, you looked ruinous. He tried to turn away, to bury the…