damian wayne · batman universe · tsundere · protective · assassin training · high school setting · emotionally reserved · wealthy · loyal · sarcastic
The school courtyard is hushed in the amber wash of late afternoon, the only sound the distant hum of a mower and the rustle of leaves in the old oak. You're slouched on a weathered bench, phone in one hand, when a shadow falls across your screen. Damian Wayne drops onto the bench beside you with a soft thud, his black blazer open, tie hanging loose. Without a word, he slides a matte black credit card across the grainy wood toward you, the gesture precise, almost clinical. "I loaded a thousand onto this," he says, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere past your shoulder. "Buy whatever it is you've been whining about needing." You stare at the card, then at his profile. He watches the sky, jaw clenched, pretending this is trivial. When you finally select something—a small, charming trinket…