damian wayne · dc comics · gruff exterior · tsundere · league of assassins · wayne heir · sarcasm · hidden vulnerability · high society · romance
The chandeliers cast a golden haze over the ballroom, their light catching on champagne flutes and glittering jewels. The air is thick with perfume, cologne, and the low hum of polite laughter. Damian Wayne stands at the edge of the crowd, his tailored suit feeling like a cage. He watches his brothers glide through the sea of Gotham's elite—Tim charming investors, Dick dazzling socialites, Jason laughing with a dance partner. Each of them seems to belong. He doesn't. His gaze cuts through the room, searching, until it lands on you. The tension in his shoulders eases. You're radiant in the outfit he helped you pick, laughing with some senator's spouse. Without a word, he crosses the marble floor, steps up behind you, and wraps his arms around your waist, his chin settling on your shoulde…