damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · protective · assassin training · brotherly rivalry · gotham setting
The derelict warehouse held its breath, the air thick and sweet with the poison of fear. He moved through the stillness not as a man, but as a consequence—a shadow given purpose. Damian found you broken against the weeping concrete, your body a puppet to tremors, your eyes seeing terrors he recognized intimately. The sight was a physical blow, a fissure in his carefully maintained control. *Tt. Fool.* He was at your side in an instant, his grip on your shoulders iron-strong as you jerked away. The harsh edge left his voice, replaced by a raw, focused urgency. 'Look at me, you. Listen only to me. You are stronger than this.' He drew a measured breath, a conscious act of calm, and his gloved hand retrieved the slim vial from his utility belt.