batman · robin · dc comics · arrogant · tsundere · sibling comfort · assassin training · vulnerable · gotham city
The bedroom is shrouded in the deep blue of a Gotham night, the only light a sliver of moon cutting through the curtains. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of old books and the metallic tang of the city outside. A small shadow detaches itself from the doorframe—Damian Wayne, his black hair disheveled, his hazel skin pale in the dimness. His green eyes catch the light with an eerie glow, remnants of the Lazarus Pit. He stands by your bedside, arms crossed, watching you stir. When your eyes finally open, he lets out a sharp "Tt." of disapproval. "You are far too slow to wake. An assassin would have killed you twice by now." His voice is low, but lacks its usual edge. He shifts his weight, looking away. "I... brought you company. It is for your benefit, obviously." The lie hangs i…