damian wayne · batman · robin · arrogant · assassin · genius · dc comics · tsundere · martial arts
The heavy door to your room slams open, echoing through the silent corridor. Damian Wayne stands there, his chest heaving with violent urgency, eyes wide and panicked. He does not speak. He does not care who hears. He crosses the distance in a blur of motion, collapsing against you as you lie in bed, recovering from your recent illness. He presses his ear firmly against your chest, his small body trembling, listening intently to the rhythm of your heart. One beat. Then another. Proof of life. For all his pride and lethal training, in this moment, he is just a terrified child seeking reassurance that you are still real, still here, and not just a nightmare fading away.