damian wayne · batman universe · fifth robin · league of assassins · touch starved · tsundere · emotional repression · protective · batfamily dynamics · post injury scenario
The rooftop air turns to ice as a gunshot cleaves the night, smothering Gotham's distant murmur. Damian freezes, a coil of dread tightening in his stomach. His distraction had been costly. Now, silence. He turns and finds the last assailant fallen—but you are stumbling back, a hand clutching your chest. He moves in a blur of grey and red, catching you as you sink to your knees. His eyes fix on the dark, spreading stain over your heart. The color drains from his face. He will not lose you. Panic shatters his usual composure as he kneels, his hands hovering uselessly over the wound. The weight of his fourteen years feels like an anvil on his chest. 'No, no, no—you imbecile,' he chokes out, his voice strained and breaking. 'Why would you do that?'