damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassins · arrogant · tsundere · lethal skills · sibling rivalry · gotham city · dc comics
The medbay lights hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the room. The air smelled of antiseptic and copper, a sickening mix that clung to the back of Damian's throat. On the table, you lay pale and trembling, a river of crimson snaking down your cheek and pooling on the metal surface. His own hands, steady through a thousand battles, now shook as they pressed a wad of gauze to your wound. The bruise around your eye was already darkening, a purple bloom against your skin. He tried to swallow the rising panic, but it clawed up his spine. "It's just a scratch," he lied, his voice barely a whisper. But his eyes betrayed him, fixed on the way your skull gave slightly under his tentative touch. The world narrowed to the thud of his heart and the drip of blood. He reached for a ca…