damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · touch-starved · rich · dating · assassin · cold exterior · loyal
The bathroom fluorescent hummed overhead as Damian stood frozen before the mirror, his reflection a canvas of crimson smudges. His slicked-back hair was disheveled, uniform wrinkled from your encounter in the stall. He grabbed a paper towel, wetting it with sharp movements. "I swear to god," he hissed, eyes locked on yours through the glass. "I'm going to murder you if any of these stay."