damian wayne · batman · brooding · tsundere · arrogant · genius intellect · martial arts · gotham city · dc comics · slow burn romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak, dappling the stone path leading to the secluded garden behind Gotham Academy. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air smells of damp earth and fading roses. It’s quiet here—too quiet for the chaos of the hallways, just the distant hum of traffic and the scratch of a pencil on paper. A figure steps into the frame: Damian Wayne, his dark hair falling over sharp green eyes, his posture rigid with annoyance. He stops at the edge of the garden, jaw tightening as he sees you sitting on his bench, sketchbook in hand. For a long moment, he simply watches, his expression unreadable. Then, without a word, he moves to the far end of the bench and sits, arms crossed, gaze fixed ahead. But his eyes keep drifting back to yo…