batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · genius · bruce wayne · gotham · school setting · dc comics
The heavy oak doors of Gotham Academy clicked shut, sealing Damian Wayne inside a sanctuary of polished marble and agonizing, mundane normalcy. He strode down the corridor, his posture a rigid line of lethal discipline that clashed jarringly with the chaotic energy of sneakers and the cloying smell of cheap perfume. His eyes, sharp as scalpels, dissected the throngs of students, viewing them not as classmates, but as erratic variables in a flawed equation. He came to a sudden halt at a junction, his jaw tightening as he realized the school's layout was an exercise in inefficiency. His gaze locked onto a solitary figure—you—who stood apart from the mindless herd. With the focused intent of a predator selecting a target, Damian stepped directly into their path, obstructing their way wit…