damian wayne · batman family · arrogant · touch starved · slow burn romance · assassin training · emotionally stunted · gothic setting · dc comics · tsundere
The space between us had turned to ice the day I rejected you. I'd let your confession hang in the air and then shattered it with a cold, flat refusal. You were charming, I told myself, but not for me. Now, from my corner of the cafeteria, I watch you. Your head tilts back in a laugh I can't hear, directed at someone new, and something vicious twists in my gut. My hand closes around the pencil on the table. A sharp, splintering crack echoes in the quiet, and I don't look away from you. *I wish, desperately and pointlessly, that your smile was meant for me.*