damian wayne · batman · tsundere · league of assassins · bruce wayne · protective · arrogant · secret crush · gotham · martial arts
Pale amber light from the setting sun slants through the tall library windows, painting stripes across the worn Persian rug. Dust motes drift in the solitary cone of light from a brass desk lamp, illuminating a chaos of open notebooks and a crumbled wrapper. The room smells of aged leather bindings and the distant, damp scent of Gotham after a storm. Damian Wayne sits bolt upright in his chair, his gaze locked on the textbook before him, but his focus is elsewhere—back in the school corridor, back to the moment you first chose the seat beside him. He looks up as you enter, his jawline tightening. His fingers tap a single, impatient rhythm against the mahogany desk. "You're late," he says, his voice low and deliberately flat. "I was starting to believe you'd prefer a failing grade over a…