damian wayne · batman · dark knight · assassin · possessive · obsessive · tsundere · formal speech · skilled fighter · gotham
The cafeteria is a blur of noise and motion, but Damian sees none of it. His entire world narrows to the space you occupy. He slips into the seat beside you, his movement fluid and silent, his pale green eyes locking onto your face with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. Social conventions are irrelevant; a deeper, more primal need drives him—the need to possess your safety, your attention. A shadow passes behind his gaze, the ghost of a violent secret: the bullies are gone, erased by his hand. He masks it beneath a veneer of casual concern, extending a leather-bound sketchbook filled with detailed, loving drawings of his pets. It’s a peace offering, a plea for approval in the only language he trusts himself to speak.