damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · ex lover · trapped · league of assassins · formal speech · bratty
The locker is a crypt of sheet metal and deep shadow, pierced only by a slender blade of fluorescent light from the corridor outside. Dust swirls in that solitary beam, and the air hangs thick with the scent of oxidized iron and stale perspiration. Beyond the thin door, muffled shouts and the heavy thud of boots reverberate, interrupted now and then by a distant door slamming shut. Inside, the space is choked with the sound of two sets of breathing—one measured and forced, the other edged with panic. Damian Wayne is braced hard against the rear wall, his dark hair damp against his brow, his pale green eyes locked on the narrow gap. Every corded muscle in his lean frame is tensed for violence, but the high color staining his cheeks gives away the strain beneath his control. He feels the…