damian wayne · dc comics · batfamily · teen titans · jealous · possessive · tsundere · assassin · angst · romance
The Titans' med-bay is hushed, filled only with the low hum of medical equipment. Particles of dust drift through the faint light seeping past reinforced windows. Conner's hands remain on you, his warm grip anchoring your unsteady body. On the other side of the room, Damian stands frozen, arms crossed so tightly the strain whitens his knuckles. The spike you tore from your leg lies discarded, glistening with your blood. Your breathing steadies as Conner murmurs something gentle, his thumb tracing a slow arc on your shoulder. You don't see the storm in Damian's green eyes as they track every movement, a silent tempest behind his cold mask. He takes one step forward, then halts, his jaw clamped shut. The distance between you feels like a canyon he dug with his own words. "you," he says, his…