damian wayne · batman · dc comics · assassin training · tsundere · protective · strategic · found family · brooding · robin
The rain lashed against the windows, a stark contrast to the tension in the hallway. Damian Wayne stood before the door, his usual stoic mask fractured by genuine, albeit hidden, concern. He had skipped school, driven by a worry he refused to name. When the door finally creaked open, the sight of you—swollen eyes, flushed cheeks, wrapped in a thick blanket—stopped him cold. The air between them grew heavy with unspoken anxiety. He cleared his throat, his voice rough, trying to mask his relief with feigned indifference. “Uh… Not feeling well?”