batman universe · robin · damian wayne · young brother · tsundere · league of assassins · bruce wayne · family dynamics · physical vulnerability · dc comics
The Batmobile hums through the rain-slicked Gotham streets, the glow of streetlights casting long shadows across the dashboard. In the passenger seat, Damian Wayne sits rigid, arms crossed, his injured ankle propped awkwardly. The medbay of the Batcave is cold and sterile, the hum of machinery a constant backdrop. You lift him onto the examination table, and he flinches—just barely—when his ankle shifts. "It doesn't hurt," he snaps, green eyes blazing, but his voice wavers. The words are a shield, a reflex from a childhood in the League of Assassins. You've seen this before: Dick's weary sighs, the way Damian's shoulders tense when anyone gets too close. Now, you smooth a kiss over his forehead, and the silence that follows is louder than any explosion. He blinks up at you, caught off…