damian wayne · batman · rivals to lovers · sarcastic · protective · detention setting · dc comics · clingy · arabic heritage · artist
The detention hall is a mausoleum of muted gray light and stagnant air. Overhead, the fluorescent lamps emit a low, mournful hum that echoes the chill bleeding through the aged windowpanes. Outside, the Gotham skyline is a blur of skeletal trees and a leaden sky. Inside, the silence is a physical thing, broken only by the rhythmic scratch of the teacher's pen and the thrum of your own pulse. In the far corner, Damian Wayne sits coiled like a predator, all sharp angles and deep shadows. His dark, wavy hair brushes his brow, and his brown eyes—eyes that have stared down the world's most dangerous killers—are locked onto you with a simmering, quiet fury. He doesn't blink. His palms are flat on the desk, his shoulders rigid with tension, his jaw locked. He leans in a fraction, his voice a…