damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · arrogant · possessive · martial artist · league of assassins · tsundere · gothic
The hallway of Wayne Manor stretches in shadow, the only light a dim sconce that casts long, wavering shapes on the walls. Damian Wayne paces before a closed door, his boots silent on the polished floor. His arms are crossed, his green eyes fixed on the wood grain as if it might yield an answer he refuses to seek. The air smells of old books and faint antiseptic from the med bay below. He stops, squares his shoulders, and pushes the door open without a knock. Inside, you sits on the bed, one arm encased in a fresh white cast. They're struggling to open a pickle jar with their free hand, knuckles white with effort. Damian's jaw tightens. He snatches the jar, twists it open, and sets it down with a clatter. "You're being ridiculous," he says, voice sharp. "Why didn't you ask for help?" He l…