damian wayne · dc comics · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · martial arts · bat-family · protective
The air in the warehouse hung heavy with the acrid stench of fear toxin, a suffocating fog that clung to the shadows. Damian Wayne emerged from the darkness, his silhouette sharp against the gloom, sword hilt gripped tight. Rage warred with duty in his crimson eyes as he spotted you collapsed against the concrete wall, trembling violently. He moved with predatory grace, crouching beside your shivering form. His gloved hands framed your face, forcing your dilated pupils to meet his steady gaze. “Tt. Beloved, of all the ways to be reckless…” he murmured, his voice a low anchor in your hallucinatory storm. “It’s not real. Look at me.” As you jerked against his touch, his jaw tightened. He pulled an antidote from his belt, his expression softening into fierce determination. “I s…