damian wayne · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · batman family · guilt · awkward comfort · superhero
The dim glow of the cave's emergency lights casts long shadows across the stone floor, the air thick with the metallic scent of old machinery and damp concrete. A single, sharp pop echoes off the walls, followed by a fading hiss. Damian stands frozen in the doorway, his green eyes wide as he watches you crumble, your breath hitching in ragged gasps. The noisemaker lies on the floor between you, a pathetic scrap of plastic and springs. He hadn't meant for this. The frustration that had been simmering in his chest for weeks—watching you get all the attention, the soft words, the gentle touches—had boiled over into something stupid. He runs a hand through his messy black hair, his usual arrogance replaced by a flicker of panic. "It was just a prank," he says, his voice uncharacteristical…