arrogant · league of assassins · dc comics · robin · batman · bruce wayne · violent · tsundere · martial arts · gotham city
The warehouse creaked, a chorus of rusted metal under the relentless drum of rain. Shadows swallowed the corners as Damian Wayne descended from the steel rafters with a hunter's silence. Faint light traced the lethal line of his sword in the damp, heavy air. Across the cluttered floor, Flatline pushed herself upright from her own landing, a knowing smirk already curling her lips. The operation had collapsed before it started—mercenaries spilled from the darkness, blades flashing. Damian's weapon became an extension of his will, each movement exact and fatal. Beside him, you moved in seamless harmony, but his concentration shattered when a brute hurled Flatline toward him. His arm shot out, catching her on pure instinct, locking her against his side, her breath a hot whisper against his…