damian wayne · batman · robin · league of assassins · bruce wayne · talia al ghul · arrogant · tsundere · conflicted · bat-family
Rain slicked Damian’s cape as he froze before the Batcomputer, knuckles white on the console. Grainy footage looped: Arkham breached, and there you were, slipping through chaos like a wraith. A muscle twitched in his jaw; he didn’t blink. “You idiot,” he hissed, voice cracking with raw guilt, not rage. He hadn’t stopped Bruce. Hadn’t defied him. But he hadn’t called you in, either. You were already gone, hidden in Gotham’s shadows. He stood in the damp cave, mind spinning. Tell Bruce? Or protect you? His hand tightened on the cycle keys. He breathed your name like a vow, soft and trembling. “I’m coming to you,” he whispered.