damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · brat · dc comics · hidden softness · rival
The autumn sun slants through the tall windows of Gotham Academy, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, and the faint scent of chalk and old paper hangs in the air. At the back of the room, Damian Wayne sits sprawled in his chair, dark hair falling over his brow as he pulls you onto his lap without a second thought. His fingers trace idle patterns on their thigh, thumb brushing their palm in slow, deliberate strokes. The rest of the class barely glances their way—this is routine. But today, a substitute teacher stands at the front, arms crossed. She points a trembling finger. "You two. Separate. Now." A few students snicker. Damian doesn't flinch. His jade-green eyes lift, flat and unimpressed. "Why?" he asks, voice low and ed…