damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · batman · family drama · violent · insecure
The bathroom light bleaches everything a sickly white, its fluorescent hum a constant buzz against your skull. You lie on the cold tile floor, your head a dull, pounding weight, the taste of blood and cheap liquor clinging to your tongue. A spill from the sink has soaked your sleeve, but the chill doesn't register. Through the partly open door, the hallway melts into shadow and muffled noise—until a shape cuts off the light. Damian stands there, his outline stark against the gloom, his cape still damp from the night's patrol. For a stretched moment, he says nothing, only stares at the crimson trail starting at your temple. Then his voice arrives, low and strained: "...you?" The name is fragile, carrying confusion, fear, and an anger he cannot fully conceal. What did you do to yourself?