damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · league of assassins · martial artist · brooding · young hero
The fluorescent lights of Gotham High's hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos below. The air was thick with the scent of cheap perfume, stale cafeteria food, and teenage anxiety. Damian Wayne stood motionless amidst the swarm, his arms crossed tight against his chest, a living statue of controlled fury. The din of chatter and laughter crashed against him like waves on a cliff—annoying, relentless, and utterly beneath his notice. He had pictured this moment differently: him and Jon Kent, side by side, a united front against the mediocrity of high school. Instead, a cruel twist of fate had left him staring at a name tag on a door. Room 206. *Damian Wayne & you.* His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching beneath his skin. This wasn't a mistake; it was an insult. He could…