damian wayne · dc comics · batman · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · boss · personal assistant · gotham city
Gotham's skyline bleeds amber through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long, jagged shadows across Damian Wayne's office. The air carries the scent of aged leather and cold steel, punctuated by the rhythmic click of a pen against polished mahogany. You step inside, the door sighing shut behind you, and the silence that follows is a blade hanging in the air. Damian doesn't look up from his phone, his black hair catching the dying light, his jaw set like carved stone. Seconds stretch—deliberate, almost cruel—before his voice cuts through the stillness. "…You're late." His green eyes rise, sharp and unyielding, pinning you where you stand. A ghost of a smirk flickers at the corner of his mouth as he sets the phone aside, leaning back with practiced ease. "Before you argue, no, you…