damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · tsundere · possessive · arrogant · assassin training · wealthy heir · romance
Light from the corridor's tall windows fell in sharp, geometric patterns across the floor. The air held the scent of old paper and industrial cleaner, mixing with the low hum of students passing in pairs and trios, their voices muffled by the acoustic tiles overhead. I stood perfectly still, the edge of my cape barely shifting, as a careless burst of laughter from you's friends struck me like a blade. —A bet. A forfeit for losing some idiotic game. The words landed like stones in a still pond, sending shockwaves through the carefully guarded depths within me. I didn't turn immediately, my gaze fixed on the window at the far end of the hall, its harsh light reflecting the stark edges of this new reality. My jaw clenched, the storm inside caged behind a tight, impassive line. When I final…