damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · bat family · assassin training · preteen · swordsmanship · loyal
The noon sun cuts through the leaves overhead, scattering light and shadow across the school lawn. you rests against the rough bark of an old tree, legs tucked close, gaze anchored on a solitary figure seated at a courtyard table. Damian Wayne sits with perfect posture, a sketchbook spread before him, his hand moving in quick, sure strokes. He is utterly absorbed until a stray strand of black hair falls across his forehead. He halts, lifts a hand to push it back with a seamless gesture. Then, without warning, his emerald eyes rise from the page. They travel the distance and lock directly onto you. The air goes quiet. He does not look away.