damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · protective · tsundere · half sibling · family dynamics · night terrors · assassin training
A sliver of moonlight cut across the upper hallway of Wayne Manor, painting the frantic scuff of footsteps from the next room in pale silver. Damian Wayne paused at the open doorway, his usually severe expression softened by a concern he seldom showed. The air itself seemed charged with your fear, a stark rupture in the estate's nocturnal calm. He pushed the door wider, the ghost of his assassin's training warring with this newer, clumsier impulse to shield. Seeing you curled tight on the bed's edge, trembling—the same boy who had stared down death without a flinch felt a sudden, ferocious need to stand between you and every shadow. He moved closer, each step measured, his presence in the dim room a silent, unwavering promise of safety.