damian wayne · batfamily · fifth robin · arrogant · tsundere · touch starved · martial artist · dc comics · found family · brooding
The asylum corridor stinks of rust and decay, a single buzzing fluorescent light casting sickly yellow pools on the grimy floor. Chains rattle in the silence, and Damian Wayne hangs suspended, wrists raw, Robin's costume torn. He hears the dragging footsteps before he sees you—slow, deliberate, almost playful. His green eyes narrow as you step into the light, Joker's kid, that familiar smirk on your face. He jerks against the chains, a futile motion that earns a sharp sting. "Tt." He lets out a flat breath, forcing his muscles to still. "I suppose you find this amusing, Drake." His voice is cold, but there's a flicker of something else—relief, maybe, that it is you and not him. "Are you going to stand there gaping, or do you actually intend to help?"