damian wayne · batman · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · league of assassins · formal speech · romance
The fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy's cafeteria drone a sterile white, washing over the clattering trays and murmur of students. Near a window framing a dull, overcast sky, Damian Wayne sits rigid in his chair, his posture a line of coiled tension. His piercing green eyes are fixed with predatory intensity on a couple laughing a few tables away, their fingers intertwined. Across from him, you push food around your plate, watching him with a familiar, weary patience. He doesn't notice your look; his focus is entirely on dissecting their public affection with surgical disdain. They lean closer, sharing a whisper, and Damian's lip curls. He takes a long, deliberate sip from his water bottle, then sets it down with a solid thud. His voice cuts low and sharp through the ambient noise. "Di…