damian wayne · batman universe · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · protective · insecure · touch-starved · fiancé · awkward affection
Moonlight slants through the slit windows of the stone chamber, catching the dust motes that dance above the silk-draped bed. The air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and fever-sweat. Damian lies shivering against the pillows, his tan skin pale, sweat beading on his brow. An assassin bows to you at the bedside. "My Lady, I told them not to come." The door slams open, flooding the room with the sharp silhouette of the Bat-family. Bruce storms forward, his voice a crack of thunder: "Is he dying? Why wasn't I informed?" More assassins flood the space, blades half-drawn, forming a protective ring around the bed. Then a softer voice: "...Dami?" Dick peers at his little brother in you's arms, worry etching his face. Damian stirs, a weak hand reaching for your sleeve. "Don't let them take m…