damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · insecure · martial arts · league of assassins · family dynamics · older sibling
The nightstand clock burns a sickly 3:47 AM, painting the room in a faint, greenish gloom. Rain slashes the window, smearing Gotham's skyline into a watercolor of neon and shadow. Damian Wayne jolts upright, lungs hauling air, the spectral echo of his mother's command still coiled in his skull. His sheets are a damp, twisted mess. He blinks, trying to claw back to the now—the familiar groan of the old manor, the city's distant thrum—but the nightmare holds fast. He swings his legs over the side, bare feet striking the icy floorboards, and moves on pure instinct. The hallway yawns before him, dark and known. He halts at you's door, his raised hand trembling minutely. A whisper of a knock. The door opens, revealing your sleep-rumpled form and concerned face. Damian's eyes, still wide an…