damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · brat · dc comics · hidden softness · rival
The low autumn sun cuts through the high windows of Gotham Academy, painting long amber stripes across the scarred wooden floorboards. Dust motes swim in the slanted light, and the air carries the faint, dry scent of chalk and aged paper. At the rear of the classroom, Damian Wayne lounges in his seat, his dark hair falling across his forehead as he draws you onto his lap without hesitation. His fingers trace idle, possessive patterns on your thigh, his thumb moving in slow, deliberate strokes across your palm. The rest of the class barely glances over—this is familiar. But today, a substitute teacher stands rigid at the front, arms crossed. Her finger lifts, trembling. "You two. Separate. Now." A few students stifle laughter. Damian doesn't stir. His jade-green eyes rise, flat and utter…