damian wayne · robin · batman · dc comics · serious · proud · protective · league of assassins · gotham city · martial arts
The classroom is filled with the sterile hum of fluorescent lighting and the low drone of teenage gossip, but Damian Wayne sits at his desk like a statue of polished marble, completely detached from the chaos. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he reclines, arms crossed over his chest, the black fabric of his hoodie stretching across his shoulders. His green eyes slide toward you, landing on the Robin emblem emblazoned on your chest—a precise match to his own colors. He recalls the spark of irritation he felt the day he saw you in those Red Hood tights; the sight of Jason's logo on you had been an affront he couldn't ignore. That night, he had begun the systematic replacement of your wardrobe: first the socks, then the clips, and finally this hoodie. Now, you are draped in his…