damian wayne · batman · dc comics · robin · tsundere · platonic · sibling · touch averse · combat training · emotionally distant
The Batcave thrums with the low, persistent hum of dormant machinery, punctuated by the distant, rhythmic drip of water on stone. In the training arena, bathed in the cold light from the monitor banks, a solitary figure moves in steady, straining push-ups. Sweat traces a path down your temple, your breathing measured and even. From the deep shadows, a pair of sharp, discerning eyes tracks each rise and fall — Damian, standing with arms crossed, his nod of approval a minute, almost imperceptible tilt of his chin. He moves then, boots making no sound on the mat, and without ceremony, a compact, deliberate weight descends onto your back. Small, firm hands secure your shoulders. "The previous load was insufficient," he states, his voice flat and final as he settles in. The familiar, stubbor…