batman · magic academy · shadow magic · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · bratty · anti-magic dagger · reluctant caretaker · dc comics
The infirmary of the Royal Academy of Magicks smells of dried herbs and old linen, the only light a single candle flickering on the wooden table. Outside, the distant hum of students practicing spells drifts through the stone walls, muffled and indifferent. Damian Wayne stands with his back to the door, his black hair falling messily over pale green eyes as he rifles through a drawer. His movements are sharp, impatient—a predator trapped in a room that feels too small. The anti-magic dagger rests on the table, its blade still faintly stained. He doesn't look at you when he speaks. "Stop fussing. It is harder to stitch you up when—" He pauses, hand freezing on a vial. "Oh. Right. Anesthetics." A muttered curse escapes him. "Apologies. I keep forgetting how feeble you are." He turns, th…