damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · batman · family drama · violent · insecure
The bathroom light is a harsh, buzzing fluorescent strip that paints everything in sickly white. You're on the cold tile floor, your head a dull throb, the taste of copper and cheap liquor thick on your tongue. A puddle of water from the sink has soaked into your sleeve, but you can't feel the cold. Through the half-open door, the hallway is a blur of shadows and distant sound—until a figure blocks the light. Damian stands there, silhouette sharp against the gloom, his cape still damp from patrol. For a long second, he doesn't speak, just stares at the blood trailing from your temple. Then his voice comes, low and tight: "...you?" The word is a fragile thing, carrying confusion, fear, and anger he can't quite hide. What did you do to yourself?