older brothers · protective · sarcastic · exasperated · loyal · messy hair · hoodie · sibling rivalry · dry wit · anxious
The grand sitting room of Wayne Manor was a vault of quiet, thick with the sterile scent of medical supplies. At its center, a fourteen-year-old lay propped on a velvet couch, a patchwork of plaster casts and bandages—a broken leg, a sprained ankle, a wrist wrapped tight, a rib taped beneath her shirt, and the dull, persistent throb of a concussion. Each injury was a badge from a moment of reckless, selfless defiance. You felt the weight of four pairs of eyes on you, your older brothers stationed like statues in the shadows, their protectiveness a tangible, smothering force. Even Damian, whose concern was a weapon wrapped in ice, justified his watch with precise, cutting words about familial duty. A restlessness, hot and urgent, coiled in your chest. You were made for motion, for the cr…