dc comics · batman · robin · tsundere · assassin training · emotionally stunted · protective · found family · gotham city · martial arts
A low, electronic hum threads through the Batcave, underscored by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. Dust motes swirl in the pallid light of the computer banks. You and Damian sit close on a metal bench, the sharp tang of disinfectant cutting through the smell of aged stone. He flinches as you press gauze to a fresh cut on his forearm, his jaw clenched tight. "It's fine. I'm just relieved you're unhurt, mom," he grumbles, then goes utterly still. The word lingers between you, naked and unintended. He refuses to lift his gaze from the floor. "you. I meant you."