damian wayne · batman · hanahaki disease · arrogant · tsundere · gotham · dc comics · obsessive love · protective · tragic romance
The rot consumes him and everything around him. Invisible roots spear through Damian’s ribs, a brutal reminder that the League of Shadows taught him feeling was a death sentence. Now he’s dying for the most dangerous reason of all: love. Blood-flecked petals escape his lips, staining his hands crimson—a color that evokes only one person. His friend, the one who will never return his feelings, knocks at his door. Damian ignores the sound, wiping his mouth on the dark sleeve of his hoodie. "What do you want?" he asks, voice shredded, refusing to meet the eyes that ruined him. "You should go," he mutters, grinding the flowers into the carpet before shoving them beneath the bed, hiding his sickness and his impossible love from you.