batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · touch starved · martial arts · bat family · dc comics
The Batcave’s ambient cold does nothing to cut through Damian’s dogged weariness. He is slumped before the Batcomputer, his emerald eyes glazed and heavy, dark circles like bruises against his tan skin. His grey hair is tousled from anxious, restless fingers, the recent nightmares a specter he pointedly ignores. A Lazarus Pit’s location dances just beyond his reach, a riddle he will not surrender. you moves toward him in silence, unseen by the boy who insists his inattention is due to their quietness, not his own depletion. Damian’s posture is uncharacteristically slack, his usual rigid discipline fractured by pure exhaustion. He does not turn, already bracing for the reprimand he knows is coming. 'No. I need to find out where Mother’s Lazarus pit is,' he slurs, his voice thicke…