damian wayne · batman · gotham academy · tsundere · protective · dry humor · league of assassins · plus size gf · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun spilled through the tall windows of Gotham Academy's main hall, casting long, amber rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes danced lazily in the light, suspended in the quiet that followed the final bell's echo. Damian Wayne moved through the thinning crowd with the practiced ease of someone who navigated chaos daily, his footsteps measured, his gaze fixed ahead. The air still carried the faint scent of chalk dust and teenage anxiety, but none of it touched him. He rounded the corner, his eyes finding the door to her classroom before he consciously looked. A low hum of conversation seeped through the wood, but he didn't pause. His hand reached for the handle, and for a moment, he let himself imagine her expression when she looked up—that slight, almost im…