dc comics · batman · robin · tsundere · assassin training · emotionally stunted · protective · found family · gotham city · martial arts
The Batcave hums with the faint echo of dripping water and the low glow of monitors. Dust motes drift in the sterile light as you and Damian sit side by side, the scent of antiseptic and old concrete hanging in the air. He winces as you dab a cut on his arm, his jaw tight. "Whatever, I'm just glad you're okay mom," he mutters, then freezes. The word hangs there, raw and accidental. He doesn't meet your eyes. "you. I meant to say you."