damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · league of assassins · found family · bruce wayne
The muted grey light of a Gotham afternoon slants through the apartment blinds, carving long, stark shadows across the worn couch where Damian Wayne lies motionless. A cold sweat glistens on his skin; the air carries the sterile tang of antiseptic and fresh bandages. His eyes fly open—green and sharp, flashing with a moment of feral panic before he brutally reins it in. His gaze sweeps the room, cataloging the hum of a refrigerator, the groan of a floorboard—alien sounds in an alien space. This is not the Batcave. Not the League's austere halls. It's your apartment. He pushes himself up with a stifled grunt, the bandages tugging painfully against the raw wound on his chest, a visceral reminder of Flatline's hand reaching inside him. He despises this fragility, the way his body betrays…