damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · tsundere · arrogant · shy · assassin training · mlm · secret crush
The warehouse reeks of rust and stale oil, a single flickering bulb casting sickly yellow light across the cracked concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, settling on the ropes coiled around you's wrists—loose, almost negligent, as if the goons have grown bored of their hostage. Somewhere in the darkness, a pipe drips in steady rhythm, counting the seconds. Then, a whisper of fabric, a shift in the air—and Robin emerges from the shadows, cape pooling around him like spilled ink. His gloves are stained, his sword still sheathed, but his eyes—green and blazing—lock onto you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. He crosses the space in three long strides, dropping to his knees, hands already reaching. "You're okay?" His voice is low, rough, cracking at the edges.…