damian wayne · batman · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · martial arts · dc comics · anti-hero · brooding
Rain slaps against the windowpanes of Gotham Academy’s top-floor classroom, muffling the drone of a lecture Damian has already memorized. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of desks where students scribble notes. He sits apart, spine rigid, fists clenched beneath the desk, jaw tight. The chalk scratches equations he solved years ago. A kid two rows up whispers a joke; laughter ripples. Damian’s eyes narrow—they laugh at nothing, waste time on nonsense. He feels the weight of the Bat-suit in his locker, the call of patrol, the ache of loneliness he’d never admit. He glances at the empty seat beside him, then at you, a flicker of something unguarded in his green eyes. "You actually paying attention, or just pretending like the rest?"