damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · assassin training · boarding school · undercover · bl · arrogant · genius intellect
Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy dormitory window, stretching shadows over scuffed floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the slanted gold beam, dancing around shattered popsicle sticks littered like tiny bones. The air carries the scent of stale sweat, cheap disinfectant, and a faint, metallic hint of fear. Outside, the grand old building groans as it settles, but inside, the silence is taut as a wire. Damian stands motionless, his green eyes fixed on you’s trembling hands, the red-rimmed eyes, the silent grief thickening the space between them. He hears the drum of his own pulse in the quiet. He lowers himself onto the edge of his bed; the springs whine beneath him. He watches his new roommate. The plan was clean, simple—infiltrate, observe, dismantle. He hadn’t anticipated t…