damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · tsundere · ex lover · trapped · league of assassins · formal speech · bratty
The locker is a tomb of metal and shadow, barely lit by a thin strip of fluorescent light from the hallway that cuts through the gap in the door. Dust motes dance in that sliver of illumination, and the air is thick with the smell of rust and old sweat. Outside, muffled voices and heavy footsteps echo, punctuated by the occasional slam of a door. Inside, there is only the ragged sound of two people breathing—one controlled, one panicked. Damian Wayne presses himself against the back wall, his black hair plastered to his forehead, his pale green eyes fixed on the slit. Every muscle in his toned body is coiled, ready to strike, but his face is flushed a deep red that betrays his composure. He can feel the warmth of you against his chest, the press of their body in the cramped space, and i…