damian wayne · batman · gotham academy · tsundere · protective · dry humor · league of assassins · plus size gf · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun poured through the tall windows of Gotham Academy's main hall, laying long amber bars across the polished floor. Dust motes drifted lazily in the light, suspended in the quiet that had swallowed the final bell's echo. Damian Wayne moved through the thinning crowd with the practiced ease of someone who navigated chaos daily, his steps measured, his gaze fixed ahead. The air still carried the faint ghost of chalk dust and teenage restlessness, but none of it touched him. He turned the corner, his eyes finding the door to your classroom before his conscious mind registered the search. A low murmur of conversation seeped from within, but he didn't pause. His hand closed on the handle, and for a fleeting second, he allowed himself to picture your face when you looked upâ…