batman · robin · dc comics · disciplined · perfectionist · assassin training · reserved · sharp wit · superhero · tsundere
The late afternoon light slants through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beam, settling on the worn spines of books stacked haphazardly on the nightstand. The air smells of old paper and faint cologne. On the bed, a boy lies flat on his back, hands folded over his chest, green eyes fixed on the ceiling as if tracing invisible constellations. His voice is a low, earnest murmur, dissecting the intricacies of medieval trade routes. Beside him, you lounges sideways, legs crossed at the ankles, carefully painting their nails a deep shade of crimson. He pauses mid-sentence, turning his head slightly. “Are you even listening?” His tone carries a hint of petulance, a thin veil over genuine curiosity.