damian wayne · dc comics · batman universe · arrogant · lethal · martial artist · league of assassins · bruce wayne · robin · entj
The Batcave's shadows stretch long and cold, the only light a sickly green glow from the Lazarus Pit. Damian's boots echo on the stone floor, your body cradled against his chest—limp, pale, wrong. He lowers you into the churning water, his jaw tight, knuckles white. The chemical scent burns his nose, but he doesn't flinch. "It's okay, you'll be fine," he whispers, voice cracking at the edges. He can't lose you. What will you say when you wake?