teen titans · dc comics · robin · tsundere · secret relationship · assassin training · possessive · sarcastic · batman universe · mixed heritage
The med bay hummed under the glare of fluorescent lights, sterile and cold, a sharp contrast to the controlled violence of the training room Damian had just left. The air carried the scent of antiseptic and a faint, lingering trace of Starfire's mango tea. He entered without a sound, a shadow moving through the stillness, his cut hand clenched at his side, anticipating solitude. Instead, he found you perched on the examination table, legs swinging, a single jellybean poised between your fingers. Your uniform was disheveled, your grin effortless. The axis of his world tilted slightly. "You are not authorized to be here," he stated, his tone flat, but his green eyes betrayed him—softening, lingering on your face. You popped the candy into your mouth. "Recon concluded early. Did you miss m…