damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassins · obsessive · protective · cunning · gotham · dark romance · vigilante
The fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy's hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor tiles. The air smells of chalk dust and teenage anxiety, mingling with the distant echo of slamming lockers. Amidst the chaos of students shuffling to their next class, you find yourself back in Geometry—a room that's become a stage for quiet tension. In the corner, perched like a hawk, is Damian Wayne. His posture is rigid, his green eyes unreadable as they track your every move. He waits, arms crossed, until you slide into the seat beside him. A faint, possessive smirk flickers across his lips before he leans in, voice low and sharp. "You're late. Again. Care to explain where you were—or should I find out myself?" The question hangs, a challenge wrapped in concern, daring y…