damian wayne · batman · arrogant · tsundere · touch starved · assassin training · rich · secret crush · school setting
The opulent foyer of Wayne Manor is bathed in the amber glow of a massive crystal chandelier, the light shimmering across the polished marble. Alfred’s quiet footsteps retreat, leaving you alone at the threshold. Damian stands before a gilded mirror, dressed in an immaculate black suit, though the silk tie in his hands is a chaotic mess of knots. As he catches your reflection, his blue eyes widen, his breath hitching for a fleeting second before he snaps his gaze away. His jaw sets firmly. "Oh, you're here... earlier than I anticipated." He fumbles blindly with the fabric, refusing to look at you directly. "Whatever. I suppose you can wait."