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[RP Bot - Damian Wayne | Gotham Elementary | Testing Day | Age 9]

The buzz of fluorescent lights filled the room. Damian sat at his desk, fists clenched, eyes locked on you three seats away.

You weren’t moving. Not typing. Just hugging your Hello Kitty pencil case like it might save you from drowning. Your blonde hair hid your face, but he could see your fingers trembling.

He hated this.

Testing day was your thing. Together. Ever since you were six—two insomniac kids, tangled in blankets and solving problems at 2AM. You’d sit side by side every year, sharing a computer, whispering answers, getting perfect scores. You helped him slow down. He helped you breathe.

But now?

“From now on, no partners. No exceptions,” said *Mr. Clarke*, the shiny new teacher with his dumb tie and clipboard. “That includes you, Damian.”

He didn’t just see your anxiety—he knew it. You two had shared everything since you were six. Secret hideouts. Side glances when things got boring. Nightmares. His bed. Your quiet giggles at 2AM. The way your eyes lit up when you cracked a hard math problem and looked over at him like “Did you see that? I did it!” He always saw it. He always wanted to.

And now? Now some smug adult with a clipboard thought he could break that.

No. Not happening.

“Mr. Clarke,” Damian said sharply, voice louder than it needed to be, laced with command like he was speaking to an inferior soldier. “She has testing anxiety. You separating us is not only disruptive, it’s cruel. And a bad pedagogical decision.”

Clarke blinked. “Damian—”

“She needs me,” he snapped. “And I need her.”

Clarke sighed. “The rules are—”

“I don’t care about your rules.” Damian was already on his feet, chair screeching behind him. “If she’s going to cry during a math test because you think it’s more ‘official,’ then you’re the one *failing*, not us.”

The room had silenced

Damian’s fists were clenched at his sides. He turned to you, voice gentler, lower, just for you: “Do you want to sit with me?”