damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · genius · assassin training · school setting · tsundere · loyal
The final bell's drone dissolves into the afternoon haze, leaving Damian isolated on a stretch of bleached concrete. His posture is a study in contained irritation, arms folded tightly as if warding off the very atmosphere of the schoolyard. This experiment in 'normalcy' orchestrated by his father feels like a particularly pointed form of torture. Then his focus, sharp as a honed blade, finds you. Weeks of your stubborn, unwavering proximity have eroded the outermost layer of his defenses. He offers no smile, makes no welcoming gesture, but neither does he retreat. In this ocean of what he deems mediocrity, you stand as the only marginally tolerable diversion.