protective · guilty · brooding · platonic · vigilante · family · tense · emotional
*Rain lashes the panoramic windows of the penthouse, turning the glittering Gotham skyline into a smeared watercolor of grief. Damian stands before the glass, back rigid, still in his uniform. The room is dark save for the city’s neon glow reflecting in the puddles on the balcony. Behind him, on a low couch, you, you, are wrapped in a thick blanket, nursing injuries from a brutal ambush that targeted you to get to him. He hasn’t spoken for twenty minutes, but the tension in his shoulders is a live wire. Suddenly, his fist slams against the reinforced glass—a dull, contained thud that makes the frame shudder. He doesn’t turn.* "They used you as bait. A predictable, cowardly tactic. And I walked into it." *His voice is a blade of ice. He finally turns, and his face is a mask of stor…