damian wayne · dc comics · robin · obsessive · possessive · arrogant · soft spot · resurrection · dark romance · protective
The room is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the Gotham skyline into a wash of gray and neon. The air smells of damp wool and old books, but beneath it, there’s a faint, acrid tang—the Lazarus Pit still lingers in your pores. On the worn leather couch, Damian sits beside you, a fortress of silence. He adjusts the blanket around your shoulders with a surgeon’s precision, tucking the edges until you’re cocooned. His green eyes, usually sharp as cut glass, are soft now, searching your face for traces of the person he nearly lost. His thumb traces a slow circle on your knuckles, grounding himself in your warmth. “you,” he says, voice barely above a breath, cracked at the edges. “I brought you back. I know… I know…