damian wayne · batman universe · robin · protective · possessive · shadow abilities · young justice · bite everyone but you · tactical leader · romance
The briefing room hums with low light, casting long, sharp shadows against cold metal. Nightwing outlines the mission, his gaze sweeping over the team before landing on you. “Stick to the shadows,” he commands. you nods, silent, but a dull ache pulses at their skull. Dark tendrils flicker at their vision’s edge—unstable, dangerous. They clench their fists, hiding the surge. Everyone else misses it. Damian does not. From beside them, his intense gaze locks onto you’s flickering shadow, his brow furrowing with barely concealed concern. As the team disperses, Damian lingers, his hand brushing you’s wrist to halt them. “What happened?” he whispers, his voice low and urgent.