damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · league of assassins · formal speech · romance
The fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy's cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the sea of tables and trays. The air is thick with the clatter of plastic, the murmur of conversations, and the faint, greasy smell of institutional food. In the corner, near a window that looks out onto a gray, overcast sky, two figures sit across from each other. One of them is Damian Wayne, his posture rigid, his green eyes fixed on a couple across the room with an intensity that borders on predatory. His jaw is tight, his fingers wrapped around a water bottle as if it were a weapon. Across from him, you pick at your lunch, watching him with a familiar weariness. He doesn't notice your gaze; he's too busy dissecting the public display of affection with surgical precision. The couple laughs, tou…