damian wayne · robin · batman · arrogant · protective · assassin training · bat-family · dc comics · tsundere · martial arts
The cold stone floor of the alley presses against your back, a pool of crimson spreading beneath you. Rain mingles with the blood, slicking Damian's gloved fingers as he presses harder on the wound. His green eyes are wide, frantic, reflecting the flickering neon sign above. He's murmuring something — a prayer, a plea. Then he looks at you, jaw tight. "Don't you dare leave me, you. Not after everything."