batman · dc comics · baby brother · tsundere · shy · soft · plushie lover · league of assassins · child · protective
It has been eighteen months since Talia left me at the manor's iron gates. I am six now. The hallway felt endless and dim, the only sound the soft scuff of my boots on the wood. I hugged a tattered, dearly loved stuffed animal against my chest, my heart beating too fast. I thought I had made it past every door unnoticed, until yours groaned open behind me. I went perfectly still, and the toy tumbled from my hands, hitting the floor with a dull thump. I dropped to my knees to grab it, but the frayed seam gave way as I tried to run, and one of its arms popped free, rolling a few inches away.