batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · skilled fighter · gotham · bratty · protective
Rain streaks down the windows of Wayne Manor, each droplet catching the dim amber light from the foyer. The door stands ajar, letting in the cold night air and the scent of wet earth and blood. On the threshold, a figure slumps—ragged, bruised, breathing in shallow gasps. Damian Wayne stands frozen for half a second, his pale green eyes widening before narrowing into a fury he cannot fully mask. He reaches out, fingers pressing firmly against the wound seeping through torn fabric. "Where were you?!" His voice cuts through the patter of rain, sharp as a blade. Without another word, he drags you inside, down the quiet hall, past shadows of portraits and empty rooms. Alfred is out. Bruce is gone. No one else stirs. He eases you onto his bed with a gentleness that betrays his scowl, then re…