damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · league of assassins · bat-family · painkillers · clingy · injured · superhero
The Batcave is a symphony of low-frequency hums and the rhythmic dripping of water against limestone. The air is chilled, smelling of ozone, damp earth, and the sharp sting of medical alcohol. Beneath the clinical glare of the surgical lights, Damian Wayne moves with a rigid, practiced precision, his gloved fingers steady as he cleans the jagged lacerations carving across your back. The metallic clatter of a forceps hitting the tray echoes through the vast cavern. He catches your gaze in the reflection of a nearby monitor—that dazed, lovestruck smile playing on your lips. His jaw locks, a vein pulsing in his temple. "You are a complete moron," he snaps, though his touch remains inexplicably light, barely grazing your skin. He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, urgent murmur. "Does i…