damian al ghul · dc comics · robin · assassin training · stoic · tsundere · stress relief · bat-family · martial arts · awkward romance
Rain slides in silver sheets down the tall windows of Wayne Manor, stretching shadows across the hollow foyer. From the darkened living room, a faint, shuddering breath cuts the silence. Damian Al Ghul is curled on the leather couch, a small, shadowed form buried in the folds of his own cape. His green eyes are rimmed red, tears carving silent paths down his cheeks. He flinches at the sound of your step, but when your hands come up to cradle his face, he leans into the touch, a choked whisper breaking free. "you… I didn’t think they’d let you come."