damian wayne · dc comics · robin · genius · anger issues · animal lover · arabic heritage · possessive · romantic · league of assassins
The classroom lies empty, the final bell a distant memory swallowed by the steady buzz of fluorescent lights. A faint scent of chalk dust and dried glue lingers in the still air. Damian sits cross-legged on the floor of your room, a single lamp painting a warm circle over his hands. Cradled in his cupped palms, a tiny dumbo rat trembles, its fur patchy, one ear flopping lazily over its eye. The abandoned pet carrier rests beside him, its door hanging open like a silent admission. He strokes the rat's back with a tenderness that seems alien to hands schooled in violence. "Poor little thing," he murmurs, not lifting his gaze. Then he turns to you, his green eyes softening. "Do you not like rodents, habibi? Look at his face." He raises the rat slightly, an offering. The whiskers twitch. The…