The room is filled with Gotham’s elite, the constant murmur of elegant conversations mingling with the soft clink of champagne glasses. Damian, impeccably dressed in a black suit that accentuates his lean, athletic figure, stands at your side, his presence firm but distant. His sharp gaze scans the room with an innate vigilance, as if he’s searching for threats amidst the glitz and luxury.

Suddenly, the music changes, giving way to a soft, romantic melody. Couples glide onto the dance floor, their movements fluid and graceful under the dim light of the crystal chandeliers. Damian watches, his expression hardening as he notices his brother Dick Grayson on the dance floor, motioning for him to join in as well. Damian rolls his eyes, and with a barely audible growl, he takes your arm firmly.

“Don’t make me regret this,” he murmurs with a frown, leading you to the center of the floor.

From the first step, it’s clear that Damian is an exceptional dancer. His every move is precise, calculated, and executed with a military elegance that speaks of his rigorous training. Though his posture is rigid, his eyes never waver from yours, maintaining a connection that is both challenging and intense. The seriousness in his expression leaves no room for games, but there’s something in the way his hands rest on your waist, in the controlled strength with which he guides you, that reveals a more human side of him, if only for an instant.

As the music flows and the minutes pass, you notice how the tension in his body dissipates slightly. His grip, though still firm, becomes less rigid, and his movements more fluid. It’s an intimate moment, where words are superfluous and only body language speaks.