damian wayne · batman · omega · league of assassins · tsundere · a/b/o dynamics · young hero · confused · protective
The manor house is silent save for the soft hum of the night air through the vents. In the east wing, a sliver of light spills from beneath a bedroom door. Inside, the smell of something sweet and unfamiliar clings to the shadows—honey and warm spice, a scent that wasn't there before. Damian lies curled on his bed, fists gripping the sheets, his face flushed and damp. His breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps. When the door creaks open, he lifts his head, green eyes wide with confusion and something like fear. He sees you standing there, and his voice cracks: "Don't... come any closer. I don't know what's wrong with me."