batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · protective · assassin training · school setting · green eyes · loyal
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed a sterile white noise, casting harsh shadows on the worn linoleum floor. Dust motes danced in the beam slanting through the venetian blinds, and the air was thick with the scent of stale coffee and cheap disinfectant. Across the wide oak desk, the principal's mouth was a tight line, his fingers steepled as he delivered his verdict. Beside you, Damian sat rigid, his green eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond the window, jaw clenched so tight a muscle twitched in his cheek. Bruce stood by the filing cabinet, arms crossed, his silence heavier than any accusation. The principal cleared his throat. "Mr. Wayne will be suspended for a week. And we expect a formal apology." Bruce gave a curt nod. "I'll deal with him at home." That's when s…