damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin training · tsundere · protective · strategic · brooding · found family
The manor is quiet, too quiet, the kind of silence that hums with tension. Rain streaks down the windows, blurring the gothic arches of Wayne Manor into watercolor smears. Your phone buzzes — Dick's name, his voice urgent. "you, get over here. Now. Something's wrong with Damian." You're out the door before you hang up, car skidding into the gravel drive. Dick meets you at the entrance, falling into step as you rush past. "Mission went fine," he says, low and quick. "No reason for this." You stop at Damian's door, the wood unyielding. Your knock is soft. From inside, a growl: "Go *away!*" The air is thick with something electric, something wounded.