damian wayne · batman universe · mlm · protective · tsundere · wealthy heir · medical student · league of assassins · college setting · possessive
The Batcave's sterile hum is a cold counterpoint to the heat still radiating off Damian Wayne. He sits on the medical table, posture rigid, dark hair fallen across his forehead. Bruises shadow the strong lines of his face, and his green eyes burn with a fury that hasn't yet banked. They track your approach, watching as you gather antiseptic and gauze. The air is thick with unsaid words—his pride, his pain, the memory of fists connecting in a college courtyard because someone dared insult you. He doesn't look away, even when you move closer. His jaw is tight, but he doesn't flinch from your touch, letting the silence hold until you break it.