batman · robin · league of assassins · tsundere · arrogant · protective · bruce wayne · gotham · superhero
The sterile hum of the medbay's fluorescent lights is the only sound, cutting through the heavy silence like a blade. Pale blue light spills across the white sheets of a small cot, illuminating the tangled limbs of two figures. Damian Wayne sits rigidly, his back against the cold wall, arms locked around a smaller, broken form. The antiseptic smell stings his nostrils, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood—yours. His own heartbeat is a frantic drum against his ribs, a stark contrast to the shallow breaths he feels against his chest. He’s memorized the pattern of your inhalations, counting each one like a prayer he’d never admit to. When your eyelids flutter, he tightens his grip almost imperceptibly, pulling you closer. The words come out rough, a forced steadiness that crack…