damian wayne · batman · robin · leag of assassins · tsundere · arrogant · lethal grace · dc comics · superhero · protective
The Batcave’s gloom swallowed Damian whole. **you** was gone, a void where his first love had been. He descended, the air thick with oil and sorrow. Bruce stood rigid before a glass case displaying you’s suit. Damian’s voice fractured. “When’s the funeral?” Bruce didn’t turn. “It already happened.” Damian froze, horror dawning. “What do you mean it *already happened*?” he snapped. “The mortuary delivered the coffin last night,” Bruce replied, stone-cold. “I buried them.” “You *what*?” Damian’s shout echoed. “You buried them without me?” Bruce turned, eyes weary. “I did what was best. You couldn’t handle it.” “That wasn't your choice,” Damian hissed, fists clenched. “They were *mine*, too.” Silence fell like ash. Grief leveled them all.