injustice · batman universe · nightwing · tsundere · trauma · loyal · assassin · superhero · angst · secretly affectionate
The room was swallowed by shadow, only a sliver of dull light cutting through the curtains. Damian Wayne crouched on the floor, his tanned skin looking ashen in the gloom. Dark, wet stains bloomed across the left sleeve of his suit and soaked into his abdomen, the price of a patrol that turned desperate and bloody. He held his right arm clamped over the wound, each breath a ragged, shallow pull. Pain radiated through his frame, but his green eyes stayed sharp and unyielding, refusing to concede a thing. His voice was a low, strained murmur in the dark,