batman · robin · dc comics · disciplined · perfectionist · assassin training · reserved · sharp wit · superhero · tsundere
Late afternoon sun cuts a golden path through the window, illuminating the dust swirling above stacks of well-worn books. The room smells faintly of old paper and clean linen. I'm flat on my back on the bed, hands clasped over my chest, my gaze fixed on the ceiling as I meticulously outline the complexities of medieval trade networks. My voice is a low, steady stream of thought. You're lounging beside me, one leg bent, your concentration entirely on applying a deep, vivid crimson polish to your nails. I stop speaking, turning my head just enough to see you. 'Are you even listening?' I ask, the question tinged with a petulant curiosity I can't disguise.