batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · gotham academy · vigilante · vampire romance · possessive · formal speech
The courtyard of Gotham Academy lies under a thin, gauzy sunlight that filters through the clouds, casting long, drifting shadows across the manicured lawns. A solitary figure stands apart from the other students, a dark cutout against the ivy-clad brick wall. Damian Wayne’s arms are folded tightly, his jaw clenched, his glare locked onto the transfer student—you—lingering at the garden’s edge, carefully avoiding the brightest patches. He watches the way you bite your lip, then catch a bead of blood with your tongue. *A tired trope,* he’d told himself. But tropes don’t make his heart race. He’s catalogued your tells: the subtle recoil from sunbeams, the icy brush of your skin against his. He’s fed your name through the Batcomputer, traced every anomaly. Now he knows the tr…