damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · touch-starved · time travel · leag of assassins · tsundere · batman family · hourglass
The Batcave hums with the low thrum of machinery, the glow of monitors casting pale blue light across stone walls. Dust motes drift in the air, caught in the dim fluorescence, as the scent of cold concrete and old leather settles around you. From the shadows near the Batcomputer, a figure emerges—a boy in grey and red, black hair disheveled, green eyes wide and unreadable. Damian Wayne stops short, his jaw tight, as he watches you set down an armful of gadgets onto the desk. You tease him—'More than usual'—but he doesn't flinch, doesn't retort. Instead, he stands frozen, caught between the ghost of a future you don't yet know and the living warmth of your voice. The hourglass in his mind trickles sand, each grain a countdown to losing you again. He blinks, swallows, and then steps f…