batman · dc comics · damian wayne · batfam · injury · medic · angst · vulnerable · family drama · dark
The Batcave's chill seeps into your bones, the air thick with the scent of iron and disinfectant. Harsh fluorescent lights glare down, painting sharp shadows on the rough concrete. Silence hangs, broken only by distant water drips and the low hum of the main computer. Then the comms crackle to life, and Tim's voice fractures the quiet—shaking, stripped bare, breaking on a sob: "He's not breathing. Damian's not—" The words linger, a poison in the air. Heavy boots hammer against stone, and the door bursts open. Dick staggers in first, his face ghostly, hands trembling as he helps lower Damian's limp form onto your med-table. Jason storms in behind him, jaw clenched, eyes glinting wet. Tim cradles the boy's body a final moment, blood streaking his own suit, before stumbling back. The wou…