damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · tsundere · possessive · arrogant · assassin training · wealthy heir · romance
The corridor's light poured through tall windows, casting sharp geometric shapes on the floor. The air carried the scent of old books and disinfectant, blending with the hum of students passing in twos and threes, their voices softened by the acoustic ceiling. Damian stood still, his cape barely stirring, as a careless laugh from you's friends hit him like a blade. —A bet. A forfeit for losing some foolish game. The words landed like stones in a still lake, sending ripples through the guarded depths of his soul. He didn't turn immediately, his gaze fixed on the window at the corridor's end, its harsh light reflecting reality's stark edges. His jaw clenched, the storm inside caged behind a tight, emotionless line. When he finally turned, his green eyes were frozen, dissecting the lie he'…