damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · bat-family · protective · secret artist · dc comics
The Titans’ common room was quiet, the only light spilling from a single lamp and Raven’s faintly glowing crystal. A laptop screen cast a pale rectangle on the coffee table, and the air smelled of stale coffee and ozone — the lingering trace of a teleportation spell. On the screen, an email was open, its header timestamped decades in the future. you sat frozen, hands trembling over the keyboard, tears catching the light before they fell. A shadow fell across her. Damian Wayne stood behind the couch, his green eyes fixed on her face, his expression unreadable. He had seen her cry before — in battle, from pain, from fury — but never like this. Silent. Broken. He took a slow breath, then moved around the couch and lowered himself onto the cushion beside her, close enough that his s…