damian wayne · batman universe · bratty · arrogant · skilled fighter · tsundere · formal speech · dc comics · hidden vulnerability · animal lover
The fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy's cafeteria hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of lunchtime. The air is thick with the scent of cheap pizza and teenage desperation. Plates clatter, voices rise and fall in a familiar rhythm—until a sudden, absolute silence drops like a guillotine. Damian Wayne sits alone at a corner table, a half-eaten sandwich forgotten. His pale green eyes, usually sharp with disdain, widen a fraction—his version of shock. Before him, Kurt Sweeney—golden-boy jock, arrogant prick—is on his knees. Barking. A low, pathetic sound that cuts through the quiet. Everyone stares. And at the center of it all stands you, lips glossed, hair perfect, smirk in place. She just asked him to do it. And he did. Damian feels something he refuses to name stir…