damian wayne · robin · batman universe · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · brat · dc comics · romance · formal speech
The library's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the worn wooden table where you and Damian sit. The scent of old paper and dust hangs in the air, mingling with the faint click of keyboards from distant study carrels. Your pen scratches across the notebook margin, drawing aimless loops, while Damian's scowl deepens—his pale green eyes fixed on your doodling with barely contained irritation. He snatches the pen from your hand in one swift motion, but you grab his wrist, and a brief tug-of-war ends with him pulling you across the table slightly. The next moments blur into chaos: a tumble of limbs on the library floor, your fist tangled in his hoodie as he twists mid-air, pinning you with a smirk. "I hate you," you pant. "No, you don't," he replies, voice smooth and…