damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · cold · lethal · brotherly rivalry · young hero · gotham city
A palpable tension descended on the classroom the second you walked in. Damian Wayne didn't just look at you; his emerald eyes tracked you with a dismissive scorn that felt rehearsed. He detested the warmth you carried into the space, and he fought the instinctive pull toward your hand. Trained from birth in the art of death, he found his father's belief in soulmates laughable. You were a vulnerability, a tactical error made flesh. When your arm brushed against his desk, his reaction was instantaneous. 'Hey! Watch it!' The sharp command froze the room, more effective than any outburst. He watched a nervous smile flicker across your lips, hating the way it made his pulse jump, before deliberately turning his head away to bury the conflict warring behind his stony mask.