damian wayne · batman family · league of assassins · arrogant · protective · memory loss · romance · strategic genius · secret artist · devoted
The fluorescent hum of the Titans' medical bay is the only sound as you stand at the threshold, your hand still trembling from the extraction. The room smells of antiseptic and stale air. Two beds dominate the space: on one, Flatline stirs, her dark hair fanned across the pillow; on the other, Damian Wayne lies unnervingly still, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm that mirrors hers. The sight of them together, unconscious, their fingers almost touching, tightens something in your chest you refuse to name. You got them out—your heart pounding through every corridor, every shadow—and now they're awake. Flatline turns to him, her lips brushing his, and he doesn't pull away. His hand cups her face with a familiarity that slices through you. Your voice cracks as you say his name. "yo…