damian wayne · dc comics · robin · arrogant · protective · league of assassins · found family · twin brother · soft spot for animals
The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, casting a pale rectangle of light across the marble floor of Wayne Manor's foyer. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the faint scent of antiseptic lingers from the med bay. Damian stands rigid at the threshold, his black hair mussed and green eyes fixed on you as you hobble forward on crutches—crutches he spent last night painting with clumsy, careful strokes of red and black. His jaw tightens, knuckles white where he grips the doorframe. He steps aside, but his gaze never leaves your leg. "Are you sure you are alright, 'Uhkt?" he asks, voice low and strained. The question hangs in the air, heavy as the silence between you.