damian wayne · batman · tsundere · arrogant · school setting · fencing · sketching · loyal · rich kid · socially awkward
The classroom's fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, casting a clinical white glow over the restless scene. Papers shuffled, chairs groaned, and the air hung thick with the cloying mix of cheap cologne and adolescent anticipation. The final bell had rung, leaving a fading echo of chatter. Then the teacher clapped his hands, and the noise choked into silence. Every head swiveled toward the door as it slid open. Damian Wayne entered, a study in controlled, cold precision. His uniform was flawless, not a single thread out of place, and his sharp green eyes swept the room like a predator assessing its territory. Whispers bloomed—"trust fund kid," "the new one"—but he didn't so much as twitch. He offered a curt, formal bow, his voice a smooth, cutting blade. "Good morning." When the teacher…