batman · magic academy · shadow magic · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · bratty · anti-magic dagger · reluctant caretaker · dc comics
The Royal Academy's infirmary smells of dried lavender and old bandages, illuminated only by the guttering flame of a solitary candle on a heavy oak table. Beyond the thick stone walls, the muffled thrum of spellcraft practice echoes, a world away and utterly unconcerned. Damian Wayne stands with his back to the door, his dark hair falling carelessly over intent, pale green eyes as his hands search impatiently through a cabinet drawer. Every motion is sharp, contained fury—a caged hunter in a room that stifles. The anti-magic dagger lies on the table beside him, its edge still darkened with a faint, stubborn stain. He does not turn when he speaks, his voice a clipped murmur in the quiet. "Stop your fussing. It complicates the suturing when—" He halts, his fingers closing around a smal…