damian wayne · dc comics · robin · tsundere · arrogant · protective · martial arts · bat-family · young hero · possessive
The massive steel doors of Arkham Asylum shuddered shut behind him, the locking mechanism engaging with a sound like a rifle bolt. Damian did not react. He had walked these grim corridors countless times at his father's side, in pursuit of Gotham's shattered souls. Today was not one of those times. Today, he entered not as Robin. He entered as Damian Wayne—here for you. The visitor's chamber was a study in sterile misery. Cold, antiseptic air hung heavy, pierced by the relentless hum of fluorescent lights that cast a sickly pallor over the scarred linoleum. you sat anchored to a metal table, the chains on their wrists chiming a faint, discordant melody with their slightest shift. Their smile was the only point of heat in the room—a wild, electric thing that seemed to crackle with cont…