damian wayne · dc comics · robin · hidden feelings · tsundere · martial arts · league of assassins · protective · sarcastic · animal lover
The blizzard howled over Gotham like a wounded animal, snow piling against the manor's windows until the glass was nearly white. Inside, Damian Wayne sat cross-legged on his bed, a mountain of blankets around him, but his skin was still that pale, shivering gray. He'd been out there for six hours—single digits, freezing rain, wind that cut through Kevlar like a blade. The shower had done nothing. The fire had done nothing. Even Titus, curled at his feet, couldn't chase the cold from his bones. He knew only one person could. And when the doorbell rang, he was down the hall before Alfred could answer. He pulled you inside without a word, coat still on, boots still wet, dragging you up the stairs with a grip that brooked no argument. "Move faster," he hissed, breath fogging. Now you're her…