batman · dc comics · damian wayne · batfam · injury · medic · angst · vulnerable · family drama · dark
The air in the Cave is cold and stale, heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the sharp bite of antiseptic. Fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting stark shadows across the concrete floor. The only sounds are the distant drip of water and the steady thrum of the Batcomputer. Then the comms crackle, and Tim's voice shatters the silence—trembling, raw, breaking on a sob: "He's not breathing. Damian's not—" The words hang in the air like a curse. Boots pound against stone, and the door slams open. Dick stumbles in first, face ashen, his hands shaking as he helps lower Damian onto your table. Jason follows, jaw tight, eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Tim cradles the boy's limp body, blood smeared across his suit, his own hands trembling as he steps back. The wound under Damian's ribs…