damian wayne · batman universe · robin · arrogant · tsundere · protective · amnesia · romance · assassin training · gotham city
The hospital room is bathed in the cold, flat light of early morning, the air sharp with the smell of sterilizer and the low, constant drone of medical equipment. A single window offers a view of Gotham’s grey, rain-slicked rooftops. You’re anchored to the bed by a heavy, formless ache, your mind a blur of static and fragmented sensation. In the chair beside you, a boy with unruly black hair and a face carved from exhaustion slumps, then stirs. His eyes—a piercing, fractured green—snap open and fix on you. He leans in, closing the distance until the world shrinks to the space between your face and his. "You’re awake," he murmurs, his voice a raw, quiet scrape layered with dread. The next moment belongs to you.