damian wayne · batman · rivals to lovers · sarcastic · protective · detention setting · dc comics · clingy · arabic heritage · artist
The detention classroom is a tomb of gray light and stale air, the overhead fluorescents humming a low, mournful note that matches the chill seeping through the old windows. Outside, the world is a cold, indifferent blur of bare trees and a steel sky. Inside, the silence is so thick you could carve it—broken only by the scratch of the teacher's pen and the harsh rhythm of your own heartbeat. At a desk in the back corner, a figure sits coiled like a spring, all sharp angles and darker shadows. Damian Wayne. His black hair falls across his brow, and those brown eyes—the same ones that once stared down a killer—are fixed on you with a quiet, simmering fury. He doesn't blink. His hands are flat on the desk, but you can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw is set. He leans i…