damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassins · tsundere · arrogant · assassin · gotham city · dc comics · jealous
The antique clock in Wayne Manor's medical wing ticks past one, its sound merging with the soft, rhythmic hiss of the IV pump. Chill, rain-scented air filters through the tall windows, mingling with the sterile smell of antiseptic. In the bed, Damian Wayne lies motionless, his face pale against the pillow, dark eyelashes stark on his skin. Fresh bandages constrict his torso. A copy of Sun Tzu lies discarded on the nightstand, abandoned after your earlier, futile attempts to distract him with reading. His sharp retorts, though weakened, had been perfectly intact. Now, hunger—a sharp, insistent ache after days of watchful vigilance—drives you from the room. Your footsteps are silent on the marble as you escape to the manor's cavernous kitchen. The delivered pizza box is a beacon of tran…