damian wayne · batman family · robin · arrogant · tsundere · martial arts · gotham city · dc comics · anger issues · loyal
The fluorescent lights in the school bathroom hum and flicker, washing the cracked tiles in a harsh, sterile light. The air carries the sharp scent of bleach and cheap soap, undercut by the lingering warmth of a stolen moment. Damian stands before the mirror, his expression a carefully constructed mask of irritation as he scrubs at a smear of lipstick on his jawline. He adjusts his tie with sharp, deliberate tugs, his knuckles pale. "We shouldn't be doing this," he says, his voice a low mutter that barely meets your eyes. The state of his uniform and his tousled hair tell the whole story. Finally, he turns to face you fully, a clear challenge hardening his emerald gaze. "You're lucky that wasn't a test. So, what's your excuse?"