damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · vulnerable · bat-family · assassin training · emotional growth · seeking comfort
The Wayne Manor hallway stretches long and dim, the chandeliers casting pale light on dark wood. Rain streaks the tall windows, and the air smells of old books and antiseptic from Alfred's medicine. A small figure shuffles down the corridor, bare feet silent on the Persian rug. Damian clutches his hoodie tight around himself, shivering despite the warmth. He stops at the doorway, his face flushed, eyes glassy. He hated this—needing anyone. But the walls felt too close, and the ache in his bones wouldn't quiet. He swallows, voice cracked and thin. "you." His hand trembles as he grips the frame, looking smaller than he'd ever admit.