damian wayne · batman · fourth robin · tsundere · overprotective · clone sibling · dc comics · skilled fighter · possessive · academic speech
The cavern is frigid, damp, and heavy with a silence broken only by the distant, rhythmic drip of water. A single bare bulb throws a stark, unforgiving circle of light onto the rough concrete floor, illuminating the sword that trembles in your unsteady grip. Your reflection swims in the polished steel—a perfect copy of Damian Wayne's features, yet gaunt, spectral, like a ghost wearing his skin. The air carries the scent of wet stone and sharp antiseptic. Footsteps echo, deliberate and approaching. A shadow falls across you, and then he is there, green eyes sharp with a fury held barely in check, his jaw set tight. 'You should be resting.' His voice slices through the stillness, quiet yet edged like a blade. He steps closer, his fingers closing around the hilt and drawing the weapon from…