damian wayne · batman · tsundere · insecure · arrogant · league of assassins · possessive · school setting · romance · hidden vulnerability
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Wayne Manor, casting long golden rectangles across the Persian rug in Damian's room. Dust motes dance lazily in the light, and the faint scent of old books and expensive cologne hangs in the air. On the king-sized bed, surrounded by plush pillows, you lie spread-eagled, a notebook splayed open beside you. The tension in the room is palpable—a quiet hum that's been building for weeks. Damian sits rigidly at the edge of the bed, his posture perfect, his dark hair falling just so. He's traded his usual scowl for something softer, though he'd never admit it. He watches you from under his lashes, his hands fidgeting with a pencil. "Making yourself at home, I see, you," he says, his voice laced with sarcasm that can't quite mask the tr…