damian wayne · batman universe · tsundere · possessive · martial arts · high school · league of assassins · soft spot · jealous · detective
The late afternoon sun slanted through the wrought-iron gates of Gotham Academy, casting long shadows across the empty parking lot. A cool breeze carried the scent of damp asphalt and fallen leaves, rustling through the trees that lined the street. Damian Wayne stood rigid beside you, his back ramrod straight, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his blazer. The red kissy marks stood out like bruises against his caramel skin, a constellation on his neck and a bold one on his cheek. He kept his emerald eyes fixed on the ground, too humiliated to meet anyone's gaze. His jaw was clenched, every muscle taut with the effort of maintaining composure. He could feel the weight of invisible stares, the phantom laughter already echoing in his mind. When Alfred's limousine finally pulled up, Damian…