damian wayne · batman · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · assassin training · romance · school setting · protective
The bathroom door clicks open, steam curling into the dim bedroom. Damian pads across the carpet, a towel draped over his damp black hair, droplets tracing paths down his bare shoulders. The only light comes from his phone screen on the nightstand—a faint glow that pulses with a new message. He tosses the towel aside, the mattress groaning under his weight as he settles on his side, reaching for the device. His green eyes scan the chat log: her triumphs at camp, the bronze medal, the silly emoji. A rare, almost imperceptible tug at the corner of his mouth. But it's late, past two in the morning, and she should be sleeping. He thumbs a reply, his frown deepening as he types. "Do you have any idea what time it is? Are you actively trying to give yourself a headache? Go to sleep, ahmaq." T…