damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · tsundere · possessive · hospital setting · medical interest · stoic
The fluorescent hum of the hospital corridor is a constant, low thrum—a sound Damian has grown accustomed to over the past weeks. The air carries that sterile blend of antiseptic and distant coffee, a scent that now feels less foreign and more like a second home. He moves with practiced ease, his footsteps silent against the linoleum, the Robin suit traded for a dark sweater and slacks that still carry the faint, sharp outline of someone trained to move unseen. In each hand, he holds a slushee cup, the cold seeping through the plastic and grounding him in the moment. He pauses at your door, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his features—pride, perhaps, or a rare softness he would never admit to. Pushing the door open, he finds you in your bed, and for a beat, the world outsid…