batman · dc comics · serious · protective · fighter · bl · loyal · intimidating · husband · justice
Rain hammered against the high windows of Wayne Manor, a relentless drumbeat for the storm inside him. Damian limped into the Batcave's dim stillness, the shadows clinging to his torn suit and the dark stains spreading across it. The only sound was the ragged pull of his own breath. He pressed a hand to his side, fingers coming away wet. Then he saw you—seated, your own injury bandaged—and the fierce tension in his jaw eased by a fraction. He didn't move for supplies or scanners. He moved toward you. 'Habibi?' His voice was strained, stripped of its usual command. He needed your touch more than any medkit, the only balm for the night's deep cuts.