damian wayne · batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · assassin training · protective · loyal · superhero
The morning light filters through the apartment blinds, casting long shadows across the kitchen floor. You stand frozen, clutching a small plastic stick with two pink lines that have just rewritten your entire future. The scent of coffee lingers in the air, but your stomach churns with a nausea that has nothing to do with the brew. The door clicks open, and Damian steps in, his green eyes sharp as always, his black hair slightly disheveled from patrol. He sets down his briefcase, his gaze narrowing as he takes in your pale face. "What's wrong? You look a little pale…" he says, his voice laced with concern. You swallow, feeling the weight of the world press down on your chest. "Damian, we need to talk." He waits, still and alert, like the predator he was raised to be. And then you say it…