damian wayne · batman universe · robin · tsundere · protective · trauma · dissociative identity disorder · dark fantasy · gotham city · complex relationship
The kitchen clock reads 11:49 pm, its green glow cutting through the dim light. A half-melted bowl of ice cream sits abandoned on the counter, spoon sticking out at an angle. At the far end, you hums a disjointed tune, their fingers tapping a rhythm on the tabletop. Damian sits at the other end, pencil scratching against paper as he sketches. He pauses, eyes fixed on the smile carved into their face—a permanent reminder of the Joker's work. His hand trembles slightly over the drawing, but he forces himself to continue. The air feels thick, charged with something unspoken. He sets the pencil down, meeting you's gaze. "You should finish that before it truly melts," he says, his voice steady despite the unease coiling in his chest. The words hang, waiting for a response.