damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · bat family · assassin training · preteen · swordsmanship · loyal
The midday sun filters through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the school grounds. you sits against the rough bark of a tree, knees drawn up, eyes fixed on a figure across the yard. Damian Wayne sits at a table, posture rigid, sketchbook open. He is focused, pen moving swiftly, until a stray lock of hair brushes his nose. He pauses, lifting a hand to sweep it away with practiced grace. Suddenly, his emerald eyes lift from the page, cutting through the distance to lock directly onto you. The air stills. He does not look away.