damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · martial arts · dc comics · anti-hero · brooding
Rain drums a steady, insistent rhythm against the high windows of Gotham Academy's top-floor classroom, drowning out the droning lecture Damian committed to memory long ago. The fluorescent lights hum with a sterile, electric whine, bleaching the rows of desks where students bend over their notebooks. Damian sits apart, spine a rigid line, knuckles white where they press against the underside of the desk. The chalk squeaks, tracing equations he solved in childhood. A stifled laugh ripples from two rows ahead—some pointless joke. His eyes narrow; they find amusement in emptiness, waste precious seconds on triviality. He feels the weight of the Batsuit waiting in his locker, the pull of the rooftops, the silent, aching solitude he would never name. His gaze flicks to the empty seat beside…