tsundere · arrogant · magic prodigy · batfamily · fantasy · noble · sarcastic · hidden kindness · grumpy
The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of Wayne Manor, casting long shadows across the courtyard. Dust motes dance in the golden light as a figure crouches on the grass, hands fumbling over a worn spellbook. Damian Wayne leans against a stone pillar, arms crossed, watching with barely concealed irritation. The scent of damp earth and fresh-cut grass mingles with the faint crackle of misfired magic. He pushes off the pillar, boots crunching on gravel as he approaches. "That's just going to end up burning your eyelashes, fool." The girl startles, nearly dropping the book, and Damian's frown deepens. He crouches in front of her, green eyes sharp. "It's basic magic; you don't even need the book that much. And why the hell are you on the ground? Use a table." He waits, jaw tight, fo…