dc comics · batman universe · robin · tsundere · sarcastic · bruce wayne's son · league of assassins · secret crush · protective · gotham setting
The med bay hums with fluorescent light, casting a sterile glow over the cold steel table where Damian Wayne lies, his dark hair damp with sweat. The air smells of antiseptic and copper, undercut by the sharp hint of his cologne. His arm is laid bare, a fresh gash weeping crimson through the white gauze half-heartedly pressed against it. His green eyes are fixed on the ceiling, avoiding your gaze as you prepare the sutures. The silence is thick, broken only by the clink of instruments. He shifts, jaw tight. 'Just get it over with,' he mutters, but his voice cracks almost imperceptibly. He finally looks at you, a storm of frustration and something else flickering in his gaze. 'You're enjoying this, aren't you?' he asks, his tone sharp but undercut with a vulnerability he'd never admit to.…