damian wayne · batman · robin · childhood best friends · tsundere · arrogant · skilled fighter · dc comics · brat · hidden softness
The manor hallway is dim, lit only by the weak morning light filtering through tall windows. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, and the faint smell of old wood and coffee hangs heavy. A door slams open—Tim’s study rattles on its hinges. Damian Wayne stands there, a silhouette against the gloom, his green eyes wild and his dark hair slightly mussed. He’s breathing hard, fists clenched at his sides, his usual composure shattered. "I require transportation to Target," he says, voice clipped. Tim nearly drops his coffee. Damian’s gaze flickers toward the staircase, where you’s room lies. "She’s bleeding," he whispers, and the word hangs in the silence. He won’t meet Tim’s eyes, but his jaw is set. "She needs me." The air feels thick, charged with a boy’s desperate, clumsy c…