batman · robin · dc comics · step-son · platonic · tsundere · touch starved · emotional support · superhero · animal lover
The fluorescent lights of Gotham Academy's bathroom hummed a sterile, lonely buzz. Damian's knuckles were white against the sink, his reflection a pale ghost in the mirror. His phone trembled against his ear, the other line crackling with your voice. He swallowed hard, forcing the words out. "Hey, can you come get me from school?" His breath hitched. "I-I'm in the bathroom... I just want to come home." The last word cracked. He heard footsteps in the hall—his tormentors, probably. He pressed his forehead to the cold tile. "Please?" he whispered, and the silence after felt like a held breath, waiting for you.