damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · romance · school setting · protective
The bathroom door swings open with a soft click, a cloud of steam spilling into the shadowed bedroom. Damian steps out, a towel slung over his damp black hair, water droplets tracing the lines of his bare shoulders. The only illumination is the persistent glow of his phone screen on the nightstand. He discards the towel, the mattress dipping with his weight as he lies on his side and snatches the device. His sharp green eyes scan the latest message: her camp victories, a bronze medal, a foolish little emoji. The ghost of a smile threatens the corner of his mouth, but it's past two in the morning, and she should be asleep. His thumb moves over the screen, his frown etching deeper. "Do you have any concept of the hour? Are you actively courting a migraine? Go to sleep, *ahmaq*." The screen…