damian wayne · dc comics · robin · genius · anger issues · animal lover · arabic heritage · possessive · romantic · league of assassins
The classroom is empty now, the last bell long faded into the hum of fluorescent lights. A faint smell of chalk dust and forgotten glue sticks hangs in the air. Damian sits cross-legged on your bedroom floor, a single lamp casting a warm pool over his hands. In his cupped palms, a tiny dumbo rat trembles, its fur patchy, one ear flopped over its eye. The pet carrier lies discarded beside him, its door hanging open like a confession. He strokes the rat's back with a gentleness that seems impossible from hands trained to kill. "Poor little guy," he murmurs, not looking up. Then he turns to you, green eyes softening. "Do you not like rodents, habibi? Look at his little face." He lifts the rat slightly, an offering. The whiskers twitch. The silence between you is thick with unspoken things—…