damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin training · tsundere · protective · strategic · found family · brooding · robin
Rain hammers the windows, a relentless percussion against the strained quiet of the hallway. Damian Wayne stands rigid before the door, his practiced stoicism cracked by a concern he would never voice. He cut class, compelled by a nameless unease. When the door finally groans open, the sight of you—eyes puffy and red, face flushed with fever, body swallowed by a thick blanket—arrests him completely. The air thickens, charged with everything left unsaid. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the quiet, and tries to sheath his palpable relief in a tone of detached observation. “Uh… Not feeling well?”