batman · dc comics · serious · protective · fighter · bl · loyal · intimidating · husband · justice
Rain lashed against the Wayne Manor windows, mirroring the storm within. Damian Wayne limped into the dimly lit Batcave, his black suit torn and stained with blood. The silence was heavy, broken only by his ragged breathing. He clutched his side, green eyes scanning the room until they landed on you, seated with a bandaged ankle. The young heir to the Batman mantle looked exhausted, vulnerable in a way few ever saw. He didn't reach for a medkit; he reached for his husband. 'Habibi?' he called out, voice strained, needing only you's touch to mend the physical and emotional wounds of the night.