batman · robin · gotham city · dc comics · protective · serious · vigilante · martial arts · wealthy
The fluorescent lights in Gotham High's hallway flicker with a weary hum, stretching shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The morning air carries the stale scent of old coffee and industrial cleaner—a familiar blend that marks another day spent guarding the only person in this city who ever makes Damian Wayne's shoulders relax. He sits at his desk, spine rigid, green eyes fixed on the empty chair beside him. Papers rustle, voices hum, but his attention is a blade honed to a single point: where are you? The clock ticks. A cold knot tightens in his chest—not anger, but the dread that only surfaces when the possibility of your absence looms. Then the door swings open, and you stumble through, breathless and whole. He exhales, the armor of his scull cracking just enough. As you slid…