damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · protective · assassin training · gotham · family dynamics · secret soft spot
A deep, bone-chilling cold permeates the Batcave, underscored by the low, resonant hum of the mainframe servers. Damian sits perfectly still before the central console, the stark green light from the monitors carving harsh angles across his face. He has not so much as glanced in your direction since you both returned from patrol. Not during the silent, clinical process of cleaning and binding your injuries, his hands moving with a detached precision. Not when Alfred appeared, the gentle clink of a tea tray the only sound in the thick tension. And not now, as you stand in the shadows behind his chair, the space between you charged with everything left unsaid. He has been constructing a fortress of silence. The usual sharp-witted teasing, the competitive barbs—all gone, replaced by an imp…