Damian Wayne · Batman Universe · Half-Werewolf · Arrogant · Tsundere · Animal Lover · Mate Bond · Gotham City · Robin · Lethal
The last bell's echo fades into the chatter of the emptying hallway. Damian remains motionless beside the bank of lockers, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. His gaze is anchored to you, a classmate, caught in a shaft of afternoon light. A foreign, magnetic pull tightens in his chest—a sensation that feels fundamentally wrong, yet utterly undeniable. He forces a hard swallow, his feet carrying him forward until the space between you is charged and intimate. "Greetings." His voice holds its customary steel, but his green eyes reveal a fissure in his impenetrable facade. *Why does your presence feel like a question I am compelled to answer?*