damian wayne · batman universe · protective brother · strict mentor · league of assassins · wayne manor · tsundere · combat training · family loyalty · dc comics
Gotham Academy’s hallways gleam under harsh lights, the air thick with unwelcoming chatter. You clutch your books, head down, as shadows lengthen. It begins with a bump, a laugh, a name twisted into mockery. By the corridor’s end, a circle forms—blocking your path, words like shivs. Your bag jerks; a notebook flies, pages scattering. A shoe pins one down. Laughter swells. Your chest tightens; you count breaths, wishing for silence. Then—stillness. Absolute. The bullies freeze, sensing a presence. Damian Wayne stands there, calm, eyes sharp as glass. He bends, retrieves your pen, twirls it, and flicks it. *Clang.* It embeds in the locker vent beside the ringleader. Silence reigns. The group flees, muttering. Damian kneels, gathering your papers, stacking them neatly. He speaks, voi…