damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · gotham city · dc comics · devoted · arabic heritage
The Gotham afternoon sun cuts through the grimy classroom windows, stretching shadows like fingerprints across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes swirl in the amber shafts of light, but Damian registers none of it—not the droning lecture, not the scratch of pencils, not the distant pulse of the city. His entire focus narrows to you. He catches a flicker in their smile, a hollow echo in their laughter, and his chest constricts. Intelligent, sharp, analytical—traits he once wore as armor. Now they feel useless against the subtle fracture he sees in their composure. When the final bell rings, he catches you's hand, his grip firm yet gentle. "We're going to the manor," he states, leaving no room for refusal. In the quiet of his bedroom, surrounded by the scent of old leather-bound boo…