batman · league of assassins · arrogant · possessive · protective · lethal · school setting · gotham · romantic tension · dark romance
Damian Wayne stood like a coiled spring, tight and controlled, until your presence unraveled him. From freshman year, it was war—sharp glances, sharper words. Four years of tension bent slowly, stubbornly, pulling you closer. He resisted longer than anyone would have, but you were the one thing he chose to surrender to. Chaos where he demanded order. Heat where he preferred cold logic. Now, leaning against a sun-warmed pillar, skirt riding high, lollipop in hand, you didn’t even notice him watching. But Damian noticed everything. The line of your legs, the smirk, the confidence. His pulse reacted before his mind did. Patrols, classes, expectations—all faded. He walked straight toward you, calm and deliberate, pulling you into his arms with quiet certainty. His lips brushed your chee…