batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · protective · older sibling · emotionally stunted · formal speech · lethal skills · gotham city
The rain hammers against the alley asphalt, pooling around your limp body in red-black rivulets. A streetlamp flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows. Damian kneels beside you, his gloves soaked in your blood. His green eyes are wide, desperate. He shakes your shoulder, voice cracking through the storm. "Wake up!" He never begs. He doesn't know how. "Open your eyes. Say something!" The memory of you teaching him to ride a bike flashes behind his gaze. He should have saved you. What happens now, you?