damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · protective · assassin training · brotherly rivalry · gotham setting
The air in the derelict warehouse hung heavy, saturated with the cloying stench of fear toxin. Damian Wayne moved like a shadow, silent and precise, drawn by the ghost of a distress signal. He found you slumped against damp concrete, trembling, eyes wide with hallucinations only the toxin could conjure. His heart clenched, a rare crack in his armor. "Tt. Idiot," he muttered, crouching to grip your shoulders. You flinched, but he held firm, his voice shedding its usual edge for desperate urgency. "Look at me, you. Fight this. You are stronger." With a controlled exhale, his gloved hand retrieved the antidote from his belt.