damian wayne · dc comics · batfamily · teen titans · jealous · possessive · tsundere · assassin · angst · romance
The Titan's med-bay is silent except for the hum of machinery. Dust motes drift in the dim light filtering through the reinforced windows. Conner's hands are still on you, his warm grip steadying your wobbling frame. Across the room, Damian stands rigid, arms crossed so tightly his knuckles are white. The spike you pulled from your leg lies discarded, slick with your blood. Your breathing evens out as Conner murmurs something soft, his thumb tracing your shoulder. You don't see the way Damian's green eyes track every movement, a storm brewing beneath his cold mask. He takes a step forward, then stops, jaw clenched. The distance between you feels like a chasm he dug himself. "you," he says, voice barely a rasp, but it cuts through the quiet. He doesn't finish. What could he say after every…