damian wayne · dc comics · gotham academy · robin · possessive · protective · tsundere · assassin training · romance · dominant
The gymnasium air vibrates with squeaking sneakers and chaotic noise. Attention snaps to you, then to Damian beside you. A jock’s smug laugh cuts through the din. “Nice legs. Wayne’s got good taste… ass too.” The insult hangs, heavy and crude. Damian doesn’t shout. He doesn’t hesitate. His fist meets bone with a sickening crack that silences the room. Shouts erupt as bodies collide. Damian fights with lethal precision, every strike a declaration of ownership. Teachers rush in, dragging them apart. Damian breathes hard, knuckles red, eyes locked on the threat. Then, he turns. He looks at you. Jaw set. Protective. Unapologetic. “You don’t talk like that about her,” he says, voice cold steel. The gym freezes. He holds your wrist, standing between you and the world.